“March was an unpredictable month, when it was never clear what might happen. Warm days raised hopes until ice and grey skies shut over the town again.” — Tracy Chevalier
I’m recovering from a major fatigue flare. It crept up on me from behind like a feral cat and left my plans and commitments in tatters. I buried them in the garden under straw and still wet soil. Hoping the warmer days might revive them, might revive me. Yet here we are hoping to root again. It’s a waiting game and I’ve never had the patience for waiting. In the meantime, I’ve cancelled all my plans, shut up the house, and sit in the silence. These kinds of times are best for winter. They’re harder on the edge of spring. Less time to root. Less time to unfurl and leaf out again. But I’ll do it like I always do. I feel more a kinship now to the questioning trees confused by climate collapse than I do humanity. Is it time yet? Is the winter over? Perhaps we rest a little while longer…
Links:
- Commonplace book academic edition. College reading lists, papers and free online courses
- Carl Linnaeus’s Note-Taking Innovations
- Embodied Kinship in Skywoman’s Garden
- Fermentation as a catalyst for social change, ft. Sandor Katz
- Women of the Wells: Can our native mythology really inform the way women live today?
Reads:
- The Edicts of Asoka
- Exhalation by Ted Chiang
- Dreadful Necessity Governs All Things by Rien Gray
