lush rose petals glow
garden bounty in full bloom
tugging on my heart
This is a photo from the gardens I planted at the last home I owned. Since I sold that house, I haven’t had gardens of my own to grow and nurture. Sometimes I’ve helped tend my landlord’s gardens, but not where I’m currently living. Between endless COVID news and tedious work, I’m feeling weary. I’m drawn to write about and help defend our eroding rights and freedoms, but few people seem to notice or care. Every time I post something in this vain on Facebook, I receive primarily harsh words of judgment. Our culture does not view kindly those who question the mainstream agenda of empire, power, and control. If you step out, you are considered a conspiracist. I need to decide if I’m willing to tilt at windmills that few seem to care about. Maybe I will shift to living strictly for my own joys while I still can. I found some clues on navigating our life paths in this wonderful post by Tania Marie.
Give up the quest and realize the truth of your journey is a step-by-step unfolding of you being you. ~ Tania Marie
Peace out, Brad