“Work is starting to weigh down on me again. I can’t help but cry. Work is casting a dark shadow, where all my joy once lie. Work makes me think, that I don’t know what I am doing, that I am not who I say I am. In work, I face monsters, only to find that the monster is now is me.“
In the garden, I get lost in thought, but I don’t lose myself. In fact, I find myself thinking about life, death, and survival and how it applies to my plants and to me. How a plant can fight for survival, by pushing out its roots; or how a plant that seems dead, will somehow fight to live again.
I’m tired. I think that is all I have for today.
B.
P.S. I do have one picture to share, finally.
