#notesfromnature

Is the withering of the flower bad? Is it wrong that I feel lost and sad? Are decaying petals called weak? Is a broken heart diagnosed as sick?

Day comes in and day goes by. The body feels different things at different times. I let myself be right where I am, The experience is most raw when it has no name.

I noticed a magic at the garden today, Instead of the flower, a tiny pepper was there. The process moves and unfolds free and undefined. For the essence to be born, the flower must die. I am too, a living plant, mainly trying to be rather than become. And I put my faith in the process of constant changes under this sun.

<- My vegetables are growing and I am too