Going deeper, you are. You are stirring in the pot of blackness that holds clues to who we really are. What tastes, smells will we heed? Will our hopes rise or be overtaken and forsaken? I turn to walks in nature, at times with music and other times to have faith in the solid of the birds singing and the sun setting and grass growing. They are foundation and from this I draw my continued hope that we will all find ways forward.
Going deeper, you are. You are stirring in the pot of blackness that holds clues to who we really are. What tastes, smells will we heed? Will our hopes rise or be overtaken and forsaken? I turn to walks in nature, at times with music and other times to have faith in the solid of the birds singing and the sun setting and grass growing. They are foundation and from this I draw my continued hope that we will all find ways forward.