Welcome to the writing desk where I write about my little life, the things I’ve drawn, seen, read, or listened to, and the lessons marking each day I live.
I have missed writing fearlessly. Let us begin here.
Of dried leaves, grief, and prayers
There are many things to learn from plants and how to take care of them. There’s also the lesson of seasons—how there’s dryness and death, and how there will be bearing and beauty again.
But now that I’m nearing three decades old, I’ve learned that no one can be 100% okay all the time nor we would ever get over a loved one’s death.