As both of you who read this may have noticed, I haven't been posting much lately.

I often go through stages of social withdrawal. A lot of it has to do with processing information and concentrating on tending my own garden (occasionally literally). Up until this point, I've called it "cocooning," which I thought conveyed my experience of pulling inward in preparation for new metamorphosis.

However, I came across a poem embedded in bricks at UC Riverside* that I like much better.

I'm sinking my roots.


Motheroot

Creation often
needs two hearts
one to root
and one to flower
One to sustain
in time of drought
and hold fast
against winds of pain
the fragile bloom
that in the glory
of its hour
affirms a heart
unsung, unseen

-- Marilou Awiakta

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*(where I was again attending Shawn's classes for him, although he managed to up the ante this time by ending up in the hospital for almost a week; long story -> short: big abcess followed by hideous rash all over his body, they don't know what the hell happened, but he's much better now)