Getting closer

This is from the same pussy willow shrub just off Meadow Road that I used in the prior entry. The week or so since the last image has brought it into a more familiar look. By the time you’ve seen this, it may be even closer to flowering. It’s a progression.

There’s something comforting about that, something familiar and at least somewhat predictable. One thing happens and then another thing happens next. We know and expect that. Sadly, this is not my real-life daily experience lately. Things are chaotic and, frankly, scary.

I want to find a balance between being engaged and attentive to what’s happening and slipping into passive overwhelm. I’ll admit the latter has its appeal. There are moments when I want a dumb sit-com to tune out the static. And that’s fine, if that’s what self-care looks like now. And it’s especially OK as long as I find my way back to continued engagement that may be our only way out of this morass.