What I have learned (unlearned, or may still be learning) from the month of January...
Life still clings to stark places.
The real spring is unseen, it turns in deep soil, before the eye can ever know.
Timelines are arbitrary, but still painful to grieve.
How to look for the first blooms of spring, even in the dead of winter.
How untangling one end of a ball of yarn can so often ensnare the other.
Perhaps I am so drawn to photographing wild things because nature plays no pretenses. If you respect her, you know her. Few elements of the human world feel so simple.
How important it is to count the seemingly insignificant victories (most of all when it is hardest to feel any sense of them.)
The comfort of peers, good books, and being immersed in nature.
How to keep forming the shape of my mouth around the word "trauma," though it still feels like glass between my teeth.
- S.
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