Views from the Garden

last year was a year of breaking and ending. this year feels like the part where you’re walking across the debris field, but you don’t quite have a plan yet. big eclipse tomorrow. revelation of the hidden. confronting the vastness of existence. being a speck in the universe. where i live, spring is here. the small quiet spring, still under the surface. time to start seeds for the garden. mood = suspended in reality. waiting.