Well, shit in my flower pot and call me a spectator!

This post has no meaningful, reflective discussion to it, though I'm sure it could be considered metaphorical in some ways...! I thought I'd share a random little incident that happened to me the other day, because my family found it amusing. So, when I'm home I like to sit in my big round arm chair … Continue reading Well, shit in my flower pot and call me a spectator!

Roots

Here I stand- Tall. Strong. Steady. Stretching towards those Cumulus, effortlessly. This exposed skeleton, hidden beneath an impressive display of greens and reds. These leaves, an ecosystem of their own, nurturing others. The thick bark preventing any intrusion of what I hold dear to me inside; a barrier which has taken many years to create. … Continue reading Roots