The day was ever changing. Cloudy and drained of color one moment, sunny and bright the next. This outer undulation moved inward causing me to feel both hopeless and hopeful.
I entered a field of taupe: tall dry grasses and thistle. Death mixed with the promise of new life in each seed. Starry thistle seeds brought to mind the question: for what do I wish? With one puff of breath two seeds were airborne seeking fresh beginnings.
As I followed their trajectory I saw a ladybug exploring a spent flowerhead. Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home. But where is home? I wondered silently. Has home become anywhere I am?
Can home be on a precipice, looking down at the rocks below? Do I need to feel comfortable with unease?
This could become an endless rabbit hole, I reasoned when I stumbled across an actual hole in the ground. But as I faced the darkness and mystery of the unknown, a thought came to me: perhaps this hole contains the very thistle seeds that blew away. Maybe the darkness is a restorative resting place facilitating the process of germination.
When I stood up, I noticed some flowers in full bloom being harvested of their pollen by various winged creatures. This was the flip side of darkness—seeds that had germinated, grown, matured and were ready to share their bounty. Perhaps home is a cycle, an undulation, an ever-changing life.
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