On Deciduous Plants in the Winter Cycle

Deciduous trees in a cold fog of winter.

(it’s like this) and now I lay me down to sleep. old leaves breaking free, falling to the earth, to break apart in the soil. old dreams will nourish new ones. soon, my roots will sense water soon, the sun warming me will activate my enzymes and it will be time to create life. but I am not an evergreen. …

On Anxiety and Foreboding

when I see things coming at me that cause me to worry, I don’t see a problem in assuming they might happen the way that I fear, and making plans accordingly. After all, I’m often right, about both my worries and my hopes.