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Caroline Minnear's avatar

Thank you for sharing a window into your heart. I felt I was there with you in the garden, the grain of the warm wood fence catching slightly on my clothing, strong black tea and a squint into the sun.

Summer is in full bloom on the south east coast of NSW. It’s been a soft summer, good rain, easy growing & not too hot. I looked out my window this morning at my Zinnias so cheerful and brave, grown from seeds gifted by an extraordinary woman of the earth who died unexpectedly last year…much too young.

There are chooks (chickens) foraging just beyond my garden, under the big oak. The horses grazing in the paddock beyond. My three beautiful wild boys still asleep in their nests.

And so grateful for this quiet moment before they wake.

I keep my head and nose well out of “the news” to which I feel powerless, I focus on building the community and future I want in my life. That is where I have a voice and a vision….and now it’s time for tea and a snuggle with my youngest who has just come in bleary eyed and messy haired.

Keep going my sisters, we are the web, the mycelium and the mystery that will hold our people together.

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Juliette Jarvis's avatar

Oh I too needed your heart speak today. I read them while sipping my own strong tea and nursing the sadness and worry that found me this morning.

It's been one glorious week for me away from meta and the news. I knew I had to protect myself from the happenings south across the border in the US as they freshly unfolded. I had planned a soft rentry today (my slowcrafted work is still overly dependent on somewhat being there still. I aim shift that!)

Alas, the day filled instead with an urgent medical rescue for someone close to me.

I sobbed in my garden today. It's frozen under sheep wool waiting, much like yours, to sprout dye plants. Lupins, coreopsis, madder, with a few beds reserved for indigo when the time is right.

I've cried into my tea, my cat, my dear one's kitten we've taken in until they can return home, 2 sweaters and 1 coat, the shower, my pillow, and now again on my thumbs as I type.

I didn't return to the 70+ notifications waiting for me. I have no space nor desire for anyone's memes and unfortunately not space just yet for the world of hurts and anger my senses can feel in the collective air. Surely I'll join in the outrage soon enough.

In the thick today's intensities, I learned I'll need to quarantine now too, and so I'll hunker down a little more, keeping away from media longer still, sticking with substack instead - my new favourite. Ask a friend to leave me a litre of cream for the tea on my porch. Rest and recover myself with wishes for the same for all hurting hearts.

I'll raise a cuppa to you from the garden tomorrow. With a solid, "Well Done!" to your brother. How good to have a brother who loves you so ❤️

And though I don't for one second rejoice the the soreness you felt/feel, I do rejoice the tenderness you hold on this side of things, and your willingness to share it outward with our long distance invitations to sit with you, sharing our own moments of big small harsh beautiful bits of humanity. Thank you for allowing us to be witness and witnessed 🙏

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