When the mind has become a messy tangle of self-made illusions, shadows of worry, self-doubt, and comparison, how does one find hope? Tired of the twisted perspectives of my own inner monologue, I looked up.
I choose the practice of walking – slowly. Breathing in the outside air. Asking better questions.
What wisdom can I gain from the trees?
What song are the flowers singing?
Someone once told me there is almost always a breakdown before a breakthrough. There is nothing lost, nothing wasted. The past has become compost, creating the fertile ground my future is planted in.
My imagination is like a rose bush – stunningly beautiful, a thing of poetry. Yet its thorns can catch me off guard if I become too enchanted with the rose and fail to take care. Luckily, all that is required to get the most out of a rose bush is a good pruning. One can remove the thorns once they take care to discover where they hide.
Listening to Lilacs was exhibited in the window of F.Stop Workshop as a part of their Members Series in late 2021.