As a self-professed word nerd, I know a good one when I see one. Sophrosyne is one of those words…
The Echium candicans, once vibrant and ultraviolet in spring, are now burned black by the hot sun at the start of summer…. they make me think about letting go of what is dead and dying… the natural falling away of things.
Well, I know I have arrived
And it's hard just to survive
But I'll stay alive
...And it is all right.
Forgiveness is not a magic wand that you wave and make the hard feelings go away. It’s a process, and some days it comes and goes.
"Without beauty, there's no call to higher being." -Jordan Peterson
For far too long in my life, my SELF has felt suppressed, minimized, belittled, ignored, unacknowledged, unloved, unseen.
I love the sound of the rain.
I love my feet in the sand.
I love my arms wrapped around a great redwood tree.
"I very proudly entered the forestry school as an 18-year-old and telling them that the reason that I wanted to study botany was because I wanted to know why asters and goldenrod looked so beautiful together."
She was gone far too soon.
But her fire will not go out.