Therapy For My Soul

I renewed my faith in humanity by visiting with the scholars at Prince today.  The woes they shared were within my ability to heal, with fresh cut aloe or a hug.  It felt great.  

I needed a dose of pure intentions.  Everything I considered writing about made me sad.  I didn't and I don't want to dwell on the Pretti's anguish; it's too close to my own.  Outside in January, participating in democracy, not expecting to die.

So.

Instead of going down that rabbit hole, I decided to show you the big fat cactus in my front yard.  

It's a true survivor.  After about 100 years, before being decapitated when the palo verde collapsed. it had just begun to sprout the buds that would have grown into statement arms.  

Instead, all that energy went into the stump it left behind.  There was obviously a lot of energy.

The main trunk is now 5' tall.  There are a few more baby arms on the other side.  

People stop and stare.  

To me, she's a sign of resilience, of harnessing what's available and doing your best to make it work.  I really should give her a name.  

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Now, don't you feel better?  I do.

Self care is crucial.  This week is testing us all.  Take care.