Over half my vine’s branches were hewn and burned this past February.
“Give up the weight, dear vine, so you can focus your energies upon doing a smaller job very well.” My enlivened whispers continued as I ripped a full nine feet of harsh, brown-dry entanglements from the left side. Then again on the right.
Oh, how I might grow if only the lessons I impart upon my plants were turned ’round to myself.
I really looked forward to reading a dissertation, after tasting this idea first on your Instgram. But I forgot you are honing your brevity tools. And yet I am delighted at how powerful these few sentences are. Poetic, moving, important message. My comment is officially longer than your blog post, haha. I have work to do. Love to you K.