Sometimes life overwhelms you and leaves you speechless.
It happens to everyone, it happens everywhere, it happens all of the time, it happened to me.
Several things within me which I register with the same scrutiny as I register the things outside me.
1. It´s been raining for what seems as several months. 2. I´m not having anything from anyone anymore; years as a failure to be a pleaser has contaminated me. How does contaminated soil FEEL?
Here´s a picture of a fresh pine cone
The CAUSE (of climate change, personal fluctuation) is beyond me. It´s an whole array of things and it dosn´t really matter, what matter is that we register and so I register; we planted for draught and bought a water pump so we could pump the water from the creek all the way up here (last year the well ran dry under a heat spell)
It´s been raining, I´m telling you, it´s been raining for weeks and weeks and in the short breaks between the rain we run to the garden and so I spend my days running and weeding, stumbling over the pump as I run in and out the door.
Unpredictability. Is the future.
I hear the rumble. Boat refugees. Who owns the government. Prominent warnings about climate: this needs to be our priority, an election in Denmark, they´ve gone lynch mob on the foreigners, nobody speaks of the obvious elephant in the room (which is this: our world is a surrogate illusion of security and predictability, it´s fake and it´s harmful, iceberg! iceberg!)
Yeah yeah. Change is coming.
My prepper mind is looking at the sky. My prepper mind is uneasy.
I want to be like my boy. To him the water pump is a toy
I want to be like my husband, music makes him so happy
(he was away for a long while, recording his album in the studio, the album will be out soon, someone sent me this picture and I missed him)
But I´m not.
Reading and writing (the end of the world)
All that rain… it´s good for the plants though.
Just you wait and see.