“poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them”
– dennis gabor
photo credit: vermont garden journal
forsythia bright in my quarantine kitchen
blossoms have begun to fall
everything is temporary.
“Things falling apart is a kind of testing and also a kind of healing. We think that the point is to pass the test or to overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don’t really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It’s just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy.” – pema chodron