Heavens, these little balcony plants have taken a battering in the last couple of days. I keep checking they’ve not blown away altogether. They’re sturdy little things though. Out of focus here, in the stiff wind. But rooted.
And it strikes me that I’m looking at metaphor. Humankind the world over has taken a battering in the last 12 months – illness, isolation, economic insecurity, death, bereavement and a share of consequent and wholly understandable hopelessness. Someone tweeted earlier today that they’d not been touched by another since last October!
We’ve checked our own sanity sometimes, thinking it too might well have blown away. We’ve had to learn to hope for the coming of a future that won’t include millions of loved ones; a life that makes demands upon us we hadn’t been anticipating.
But we’ve discovered afresh, albeit not always quite in focus, that even in the stiffest winds the life of our humankind has deep roots – deeper, perhaps, than we knew before. And Spring pushes forth 🌱
wind in my wheels 🌱 
This is so lovely, Simon! And man does it resonate. We have all been buffeted about in the last year, no two ways about it. It’s been a long haul, but also a clarifying agent for me in many ways. Reduced circumstances and restricted activity have crystallized what is really important and what, at the end of the day, is really just so much fluff. One of the things I am deeply grateful for and treasure now more than ever are my friends, both near and far, including you. 💕
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Thanks, dear Lori. Yes, absolutely. Priorities have been reshaped – and friendships … right there with you! 😊x
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