I’ve just taken down the decorations from the main tree, the dead spindly spines brittle and brutal to my touch, the smell of nature and pine dwindled to dust.
Lovely piece! The image of "slipping selves" reaonates with me. And this says preciselywhat I was attempting to ask in my Christmas relefection post: "Who do you need to be today, and tomorrow and next year to give the woman standing at this tree in five years, ten years, 20 years the life you’d want for her?"
Lovely piece! The image of "slipping selves" reaonates with me. And this says preciselywhat I was attempting to ask in my Christmas relefection post: "Who do you need to be today, and tomorrow and next year to give the woman standing at this tree in five years, ten years, 20 years the life you’d want for her?"
Ah thank you... I do like a bit of reflection 😅