On Fear: The Catalyst & Death Sentence.

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I’ve made this space a priority and promise to post a minimum of 2 X/month through the rest of the year.  For those of you new, this is a collection of thoughts regarding The Plants, herbalism, gardening, sobriety, recovery and Life such as it’s seen through these eyes…some shares are free, some are not…sometimes I swear, mostly I don’t.

This next post will be a paid subscriber only share as it’s pretty personal and vulnerable.  I’m seeing how it feels to ‘publicly’ share this kind of work.  The kinds of words that make you cringe on the re-read.  I’ve found that it’s really helpful for me to process life by writing.  I end up finding freedom in writing it out, and letting it go…to share the tale. We all have so many stories to tell and so many of them are not at all glorious.  And I share the pretty things, the Plant happenings and joyful bits. But this one…

This is a not-so-glorious share. A return-to-the-place-of-my-birth-tale.  It’s raw.  The wound is still recent and open on this one, so it’s not all neatly wrapped up in the end.  Not yet.

The first four days back were uplifting beyond my wildest dreams. I felt a joyfulness fill my soul in a manner that hasn’t happened in years. But this photo was during…let’s back up to before…