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
The week was another year... Each day feels longer than years and the news makes those years become wishes - wishes for this all to have passed. Vaccines available, people’s health an actual priority, politicians who know what our country needs, change occurring daily with thoughts and ideas shared between unlikely groups, safety felt when walking down the street, children in school, jobs filled and hope for every color on everyone’s doorstep.
July 7, 2020