The disconnect between what I knew and what I saw left me stumbling for how to feel.
~ Reflections on place, loss, and the wild beneath our skies and skin—the understory, the mulch, and the grief and bliss of living in these times. ~
~ Reflections on place, loss, and the wild beneath our skies and skin—the understory, the mulch, and the grief and bliss of living in these times. ~
The disconnect between what I knew and what I saw left me stumbling for how to feel.