07/04/2025
The seconds turn to minutes, turn to hours, to days, to weeks, months, years…
manmade stillness.
On the darkest days I remind myself that just beyond these walls, outside of this curated stillness, there is movement. I speak it under my breath, when I can tolerate the sound, that no matter how much time passes: Mother Nature will always be there. The one constant in a world full of change.
I am no longer on the clock I was once used to, but nature’s own. A rest does not mean for a night nor day, no it means for seasons. My tolerance for sound, light, emotion, movement, life, it will return at the speed of the leaves that grow around me.
I am one with the roots far beneath the soil and the delicate new sprouts on stems, even when I feel the furthest away from them;
we grow together.