I move through these days with an awareness that something is making its mark on us. We are called upon to be altered.
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Slow daily meanderings with a sleeping babe on my chest find me swaying softly, transfixed by the beauty of the Blackthorn blossom.
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Gazing into the depths of pure white blossom & thorns offers me a glimpse of something beyond this moment ~ of another way of being & a future reality. I see a place beyond this time where our bodies & our world has been altered.
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In the Blackthorn tree I see an untameable capacity to thrive through the most extreme of times. These delicate flowers are the first to emerge out of the cold winter dark before leaves appear & their fruit, the sloe, will be the last on offer into the end of the year ~ only to improve with the hardship of frost. There is some resilience & staying-power to this tree that is immensely comforting right now.
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“Historically, pandemics have forced humans to break with the past & imagine their world anew. This one is no different. It is a portal, a gateway between one world and the next.
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We can choose to walk through it, dragging the carcasses of our prejudice and hatred, our avarice, our data banks and dead ideas, our dead rivers and smoky skies behind us. Or we can walk through lightly, with little luggage, ready to imagine another world. And ready to fight for it.”
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Arundhati Roy
Blackthorn resilience
