it rained all night & now thunder rolling in - summer storms are just a regular part of life around here.
the seeds are getting lots of nourishment - the rain settling in the beds that are composting in place.
it’s crazy how much satisfaction a little greenhouse stretched in tattered old plastic is bringing me. i’ve cleaned it & filled it with growing food, i painted it’s dutch doors bright red to match the other buildings. i surrounded it with a fenced garden & a cute garden gate.
i plan on converting it over to glass someday but love it just as it is now. every morning i’m in there with my coffee saying hello to all the plants thriving in the warm calm air.
me? am i thriving? i would say its a 50/50 equation. i suspect some of the ways in which i’m thriving haven’t been revealed to me yet.
it’s difficult to know how to exist day to day inside these times…the greater movements of the world out there. i know i’m dragging my heart around. it’s bumping along the rocks, picking up dirt, thumping away in spite of itself. these times are hard & heartbreaking
i would love to have more friends & community around. but now isn’t that time. life wants me to be a wild woman. facing fears. figuring shit out. getting er done. lots & lots of facing the void.
i’ve gotten pretty skilled at facing the void. it doesn’t scare me most times
what is the void but a black sky spattered with stars?