When I’m too exhausted to share anything else, I can still share this
Those instances of connection stay with me, because every time it just brings home how real the lives of all the other beings sharing this world are, how complex their existence, how much they too are acting with some form of intentionality.
Where are the marshes?
I feel haunted by those billions of lost birds, their absence resonating in every silence that should echo with sound, and every stillness that should hold fluttering movement.
A soundscape worth exploring
And as I walked, listening carefully, I kept inhaling deeply, the scent of warming earth after rain on one of the first warm spring days reminding me giddily of how happy I am, despite everything, to be alive and here, among the trout lilies and trilliums and sparrows.
My snowshoes are beautiful
I wanted this, the birds and the woods and my glowing snowshoes, and the life I am able to carve out for myself in the snow, so I went out when I could, when I was feeling well enough or high enough to manage.
