I Don't Know

There is so much that I don't know, seemingly more each day as the products of human ingenuity unravel before my eyes leaving me ever more bereft.

Sometimes sadness, right now anger which like fire looks for any available source of fuel to feed its indignation. There is no solace here, no quelling the monster, just blades out and ready to pounce. Underneath there is shame and tenderness that only want to crumple in a small heap.

Other than sitting with this discomfort, owning it, feeling it as I surrender there seems little to do than be with the wind, the plants, rain, compost and finally the pile of branches that wanted to make the form of a welcoming figure.

Go figure...