It’s hard to put it into words. Seeing what we’ve all seen. Hearing what we’ve heard. Knowing what we know. Uncertainty about what we don’t. All of the events of the past few weeks – months, really – it’s hard to find the words.
Somehow, going on and on about my life and health just doesn’t seem all that important, or appropriate.
I’d rather share the beloved words of Lana Rafaela, “I think it’s brave.” And an anecdote about our little garden.
Two days ago, my gal and I checked on our plants. Our much-loved Persian Buttercup had dried up (despite watering and care) and seemed to be dead. Now, I’ve already told you that we’re new to the gardening game. We literally have no idea if we’re doing things correctly or not, most of the time.
We talked about letting it go, was it too late to salvage it? Apparently not. Last night, when we went outside to get the mail, a tiny bud was peeking out at us. To say that we were happy is an understatement. It gave us hope.
Today, I went downstairs and saw a bloom. Bright and beautiful in the midst of a gray and rainy morning. There it was. Despite everything else in the world that’s crushing us – hope appears.
I don’t have an answer. And while it may seem foolish to some, I retain hope. Even if it’s only as large as a tiny blossom, I hold onto hope. ❤️
Peace and painlessness,
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“I think it’s brave,” by Lana Rafaela © 2017, from This Is How You SurviveCreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform; 1st Edition (November 5, 2017)