here is a seed my soul-gift to the future a self i cannot know but in dreams and divination yet though I cannot see certain am i hope spreads roots in this soil here lives joy abundance great care in this mattering nature dwells nurturing spirit no, no divide is there twixt the sense of hand and the sense of heart and so i plant this assurance my gift to you dear denizen of a world i will never know may it grow well
for 24 May 2022
It is time for planting in Vermont. This is time that is spent with a good deal of physical activity directed toward the nebulous future. Underneath all this hard work is always the knowledge that what is planted may not thrive. So the work of planting is a form of hope. It is a work of trust. It is blind faith in the good to come. It does make one philosophical…
©Elizabeth Anker 2022
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