Inaction and the inability to do things are two common faults of mine, and this is often manifested in daily life with a degree of guilt. But as with many things, the constant onslaught of nonsense serves to overwhelm but not utterly destroy the sense of what should be done. The smallest example would be the writing of a blog entry- which is not absolutely necessary but which deep down does seem quite important (despite the fact that it is written solely for myself and perhaps a few others). To dig deep, or even to touch on the mere surface (as today may), is a chance to have a means of expression brought forth, and without knowing, I am subconsciously glad for it.
Offered up today is an image of the rather strange park near me, which sometimes has people in it, but more often than not is empty. I find myself walking around it sometimes, whenever the mood hits me. Most recently, they have planted some new trees, plants and whatnot in it, but I find that the growth of wild weeds quite beautiful. It is nature taking back its rightful place in the world.
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| Wild Weeds (After Loren Connors) |
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