But why do I even worry about every moment having to contribute to productivity? We love going there. Our lives are hectic and stressed, and we’re often too ill to take advantage of small breaks. When our son is well enough and we can carve out the time … Why ever not?
For days afterwards, I don’t turn on the noisy radio, or stay up too late surfing on the internet til my eyes turn red and my brain numb. I am able to dwell with silence.
Dry land produces very little, the seed starved of moisture dies, or waits, dormant.
Physical places like these are the luminous corners of my life, the green ditches fermenting wonder.
I don’t visit them nearly often enough.
Comfort food for the creator’s soul…In the Ditch, by Anne-Marie Heckt
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