I cried reading a book called Braiding Sweetgrass. The chapter on Witch Hazel reminded me of my [I.] grandmother and us going out in the fields looking for wild food, like blackberries, asparagus and sassafras. As a child I was happiest on the [W.] farm and it’s values seeped into my consciousness, even though I live in a city, where I grow veggies and flowers in a community garden and have potted herbs on my deck. It was sadness for a past that is no more in so many ways. And for the people in my life who are gone that I want to tell how much they made me the woman I am today.
June 12, 2021
I wrote about this in my previous entry. Lots of family and friends in India, weary of the pandemic, so many people still dying and suffering and getting sick. Our immediate family still ok, but lost a dear cousin at age 40 this week, a young mother and working woman. Devastating loss for us all. Our immediate family is ok in terms of money and food and everything, but it's mentally taxing. Hard to get vaccines, shots delayed or not available. We desperately need global vaccine equity.
June 20, 2021