Last Updated On November 2, 2021

 

I came across a place in the middle of nowhere With a big black horse and a cherry tree -KT Tunstall

 

 

This piece is part of my Garden of Delights series, see The Garden of Delights 30 Day Writing Challenge if you would like to participate all through the month of November.

 

I was happy. Beaming actually. To myself, by myself. Running the pads of my fingers over the ribbed steering wheel, elongating my neck and exhaling with intention through my nostrils as the pain creeped like a vine up the base of my spine, spilling fire over my hips and settling in my pelvic bowl. Move, don’t move, it hardly matters. The pain will be until it is not but I am for some reason happy. Being both happy and suffering while fully aware of it is a sweetness to behold. Such perfection, balance on the clock face of this human life. My mantra is “and also this”.

I remember something I learned about fruit bearing trees. It is an exorbitant investment for a tree to create seed. All the energy devoted to that process could be invested in crucial aspects of tree life like remaining alive, growing, developing roots, trunk, leaves and branches. A tree suffers for seed production so one would assume the most healthy and vigorous tree would be the most prolific seed producer- they can afford it. However, it is actually the tree under stress that creates the counterintuitive burst of flowering because she is using her reserves to ensure the species survival rather than her own. Suffering trees sense impending hardship and heroically redirect their hard-won resources to the next generation.

I smiling into the sun beating my windshield and imagine two ruby fruits bursting from each ovary. To bear pain and fruit is to be divine.

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Last Updated On November 2, 2021

 

I came across a place in the middle of nowhere With a big black horse and a cherry tree -KT Tunstall

 

This piece is part of my Garden of Delights series, see The Garden of Delights 30 Day Writing Challenge if you would like to participate all through the month of November.

 

I was happy. Beaming actually. To myself, by myself. Running the pads of my fingers over the ribbed steering wheel, elongating my neck and exhaling with intention through my nostrils as the pain creeped like a vine up the base of my spine, spilling fire over my hips and settling in my pelvic bowl. Move, don’t move, it hardly matters. The pain will be until it is not but I am for some reason happy. Being both happy and suffering while fully aware of it is a sweetness to behold. Such perfection, balance on the clock face of this human life. My mantra is “and also this”.

I remember something I learned about fruit bearing trees. It is an exorbitant investment for a tree to create seed. All the energy devoted to that process could be invested in crucial aspects of tree life like remaining alive, growing, developing roots, trunk, leaves and branches. A tree suffers for seed production so one would assume the most healthy and vigorous tree would be the most prolific seed producer- they can afford it. However, it is actually the tree under stress that creates the counterintuitive burst of flowering because she is using her reserves to ensure the species survival rather than her own. Suffering trees sense impending hardship and heroically redirect their hard-won resources to the next generation.

I smiling into the sun beating my windshield and imagine two ruby fruits bursting from each ovary. To bear pain and fruit is to be divine.

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Last Updated On November 2, 2021

I came across a place in the middle of nowhere With a big black horse and a cherry tree -KT Tunstall

This piece is part of my Garden of Delights series, see The Garden of Delights 30 Day Writing Challenge if you would like to participate all through the month of November.

 

I was happy. Beaming actually. To myself, by myself. Running the pads of my fingers over the ribbed steering wheel, elongating my neck and exhaling with intention through my nostrils as the pain creeped like a vine up the base of my spine, spilling fire over my hips and settling in my pelvic bowl. Move, don’t move, it hardly matters. The pain will be until it is not but I am for some reason happy. Being both happy and suffering while fully aware of it is a sweetness to behold. Such perfection, balance on the clock face of this human life. My mantra is “and also this”.

I remember something I learned about fruit bearing trees. It is an exorbitant investment for a tree to create seed. All the energy devoted to that process could be invested in crucial aspects of tree life like remaining alive, growing, developing roots, trunk, leaves and branches. A tree suffers for seed production so one would assume the most healthy and vigorous tree would be the most prolific seed producer- they can afford it. However, it is actually the tree under stress that creates the counterintuitive burst of flowering because she is using her reserves to ensure the species survival rather than her own. Suffering trees sense impending hardship and heroically redirect their hard-won resources to the next generation.

I smiling into the sun beating my windshield and imagine two ruby fruits bursting from each ovary. To bear pain and fruit is to be divine.

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