A Garden, One Day

⁣I want to have a garden one day. A cozy little home in a city that I love. Rich, diverse community. The feeling of belonging.

I’ve been somewhat of a nomad over the last 6 months. It’s been so needed and so healing. And yet, there’s a counter-pull towards rootedness that creates a quiet tension under it all. I just don’t know where to plant those roots yet. Maybe I’m not quite ready.

Learning, in the meantime, how to be at home in myself. How to fully inhabit and care for this intricate vessel I’ve been given. How to stand firmly on my own two feet, trusting in every moment that I am deeply cared for and provided for. And, choosing to lean into that truth instead of the fear that’s always an inch away from snuffing out the light.

Grieving, like many others, what could have been. But, also more and more hopeful for what could be and what will be, too.