There is a quiet among the plants in my garden in early day of Summer Unlike the closed-in warmth-conserving heaviness of Winter, this quiet has a rhythm all its own In the Spring the energy of growth pushing up and out brings tentative shoots raising their sleepy heads But by the time of early Summer there has already been much birthing of newness and the slow fading away of aging blooms There is a settling into this sequence of the pulsing of new life in one spot followed by a curling into itself in another A time of both living and dying repeated over and over, a rhythm that continues into the chill of Autumn Would that we could ride these waves of living and dying with less angst and more like these flowers in my garden.
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July 9, 2022 · 5:59 pm