In the past week, I felt the presence of those who have gone before me - holding me in their firmness and strength. I have been thinking about how they taught me to be who I am and be responsible and steady during this pandemic time. And just knowing that has given me resolve that it is possible, and that I do not need to be swayed by the wind from one day to the next when faced with case numbers rising or irresponsible political management at the national level. I wanted to capture that strength and idea of being a conduit, of being a connected system for myself and my family - even during this time of isolation. A tree with roots in the ground, a leaf with veins stretching out from base to tip, or the veins that course through me.
August 14, 2020
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This is a flower on a Rose of Sharon bush from my front yard. When my grandmother died I brought two Rose of Sharon bushes from Ohio to Connecticut. Those original two have seeded many additional plants. This is one of those plants. Most of the flowers are white with a deep purple center, some of the flowers are all white. This is the first pink flower I've ever seen on any of my Rose of Sharon bushes. It makes me happy!😎
Flowers, and nature in general, are daily reminders of life going on. The world will continue, and the pandemic will pass. I look forward to a better future. ❤
August 24, 2020