“I stand at the window looking out, trying to remember the truths that nature always brings home. That what lies before me is not all there is. That time is ever passing, and not only when I notice. That strife and pain are no more unexpected than pleasure and joy. That merely by breathing I belong to the eternal.”
― Margaret Renkl, The Comfort of Crows
tomatoes, in the kitchen window
I pay attention while putting the garden to rest, taking in the smell of the tomato leaves and wondering why no-one has ever captured the smell in a bottle. I read where you can put a few leaves in a pot of marina simmering on your stove, and think I might try that with this last harvest. I consider how little of life I truly grasp, and how limited I truly am when it comes to understanding the feelings and thoughts of others. I find myself more of an observer rather than a cohort in conversations lately, holding back my thoughts and opinions grasping that what lies before me is not all there is, and pushing myself to take more of life in.
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