At some point in 2020, I lost my way. The turmoil went to my head and to my heart and I froze. Thankfully, though, the compost pile beckoned. The colors, textures and yes, the pungent odors kept things real and reminded me of the beauty of it all. I am grateful for extended time with my family and with my thoughts. Light emerged on the other side of dark, and we just kept showing up for each other. The dailiness of watermelon & houseplants that needed trimming invited calm in the midst of brewing storms. And I voted. We voted. Hope. And the Christmas Cactus bloomed at Thanksgiving as it does every year. And we finally bid farewell to my mother-in-law's pressed leaves and rhyming dictionary she used to write holiday poems. It was
a messy, smelly and uncomfortable year, but it will be impossible to forget 2020 and the good that will emerge from the all of it.
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Lyn Swett Miller
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