It's so hot the A.C. barely touches it.
Everything outside is dry.
The river reveals its islands.
Blossoms on the stem crackle.
There's nothing to cut in my mother's garden
Except a single red zinnia
That I leave to brighten the garden.
Creating Space: Three Months of Showing Up for What's Showing Up is a daily writing practice. Turns out that a lot of this writing explores the landscape of grief. My mother died shortly before I began this writing, and this is what I'm thinking about most of the time these days.
Katherine Cartwright has been blogging since 2012, and each year brings new wonders. She asks big questions of the small things in life.
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