"Blooming should be happening, nutrients have been provided—family, friends, therapy, purposeful work, writing—and yet, the big blooms don’t come. Because, underneath it all, the old stumps still live." I read that at least 4 times... then I sent the whole shebang to a plethora of peeps I thought would relate. The first text I got back said, "ok fine.. we can work on my old stumps... " What a glorious way to understand/view "what lies beneath.." Thank you!!
As for those stumps and their gnarly roots, we’ll they take time and work to get out. But when you pull the stump out snapping off the last of the roots it is such a freeing feeling.
"Blooming should be happening, nutrients have been provided—family, friends, therapy, purposeful work, writing—and yet, the big blooms don’t come. Because, underneath it all, the old stumps still live." I read that at least 4 times... then I sent the whole shebang to a plethora of peeps I thought would relate. The first text I got back said, "ok fine.. we can work on my old stumps... " What a glorious way to understand/view "what lies beneath.." Thank you!!
I'm glad it resonates and helps other people with old stumps ;)
As for those stumps and their gnarly roots, we’ll they take time and work to get out. But when you pull the stump out snapping off the last of the roots it is such a freeing feeling.
May your garden grow evermore beautiful.
Your metaphors have always been like the music of your writing with deep and relevant meaning.