Winter.... where?
The sun does not slumber a wintry death in the southwest; Great Lugh remains bold and bright as ever, warm... perhaps less miserable, but mostly, always present.
She walked her unfinished maze, adding a few rocks here... realigning rocks there, squating, walking, admiring... her thoughts never staying on any particular subject long, before jumping to the next.
The pebbled dirt was still damp from day before yesterday's rain. Earth's scent filled her nostrils as she squatted down, reassembling the scattered rocks that marked the curved edges of the maze. Sharp pebbles bit into the bottoms of her bare feet, making her wince in pain.
She longed for greenery, flowers, wildlife, and the whispering of pine trees, gurgling rivers, cool breezes, and the healing of the forest... all left behind for desert, concrete, financial security and family.
The sacrifice was well worth it in some respects, but her soul feels as though it is smothered and withering. She recognizes that her life is unbalanced. She yearns for nature and spiritualty... hence the maze in her ugly backyard.
Someday she would finish her maze.
Someday she would have plants, grass, and hopefully a tree.
Someday the backyard would nourish her hungry soul.
Someday....
I really love that through the heat, through the current roughness of her maze, she can see a future full of bright blooms, full of better things, where she finds balance... Hope is a great motivator.
ReplyDeleteYes, it is... or at the very least, hope chases away the yuck.
DeleteThat longing to reclaim a part of your soul left behind because of duty resonates with me. I hope she can form the bond with the land that she needs to thrive.
ReplyDeleteRommy, thank you ♡
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