August 8, 2017 by petrujviljoen
The oak tree down the road has started sprouting and some peach trees are in full bloom while others are still in deep slumber. Areas of land accidentally burnt by a runaway firebreak already show signs of new growth, a short two weeks later. Validating life.
Is it fair to compare one’s own scars, accidentally incurred – or not – to those of nature? What if I take hope from observing nature healing; seeing winter graced with green. It doesn’t look as if Spring will have to fight for life this year, the drought is broken. But what if it doesn’t work out that way for some of us? What if we can’t discern what’s fake and what is imperfect? This time?
woman, different wisdom
unquiet – alive