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 🌱