I keep thinking about all the ways to be soft and tough at the same time. Water over rocks. Green rushes in the wind. Vines curling around obstacles and through cracks. Opening and softening to give life.
As so much that is centered gets fast, brash, and mean I wonder what plants, compost, water, and circles of mending are doing just beyond range of the spotlight.
Surely those are too tender to stand up to the onslaught, to hold together against the chaos, I hear you say, but haven't they, always, at least a little, at least enough to save enough that life is still here?