I noticed my plants that had been looking quite frail and lackluster as of late have slowly been making their comeback. And really, the same seemed to be true for me- debilitated and pale from the overcast and gloom, I also seemed to be slowly rising from the dark hole that winter pushed me into....
My plants know me better than anyonesentient beingshanging on the wall witnessing my lifebehind closed doorsan intimate connection...observing each other's growth.
I like to think of myself as a spool of yarnthe other person pulls; unraveling me ever soslightly with each small tug. I lose pieces of myselfI grow smaller, weakerAs time wears on the once thick yarn now barelycovers the spool - its foundation poking out between each fine stringThe tugs at the string are... Continue Reading →
K.J Stafford 