I went to the nursery and bought a pink Karen azalea in honor of all my friends named Karen. You know who you are. Does the Karen azalea know that it is named Karen? Of course not. I could walk around the garden calling, “Karen. Karen. Where are you?” It would never answer. Although myRead more about Karen Azalea[…]
This day had a difficult birth. Rain pelting. Wind blowing. Now that the sun has risen behind gray clouds, the rain has calmed, although tree branches still dance in the wind. Blue sky peeps through fast-moving clouds. All is in flux. This breath. This movement of the eyes. These hands. Nothing is fixed.