Follow the cards into your garden. Strength.. Safe.. Interest.. Surrender.
It’s a place to go, to be, the invisible fence open, hanging, like an old, useless thing. Before, it had purpose, holding up traffic, keeping things out. But now, the grass grows long, winding its way along the splintery wood, tangling itself in knots, holding open what was once closed. Walk through without thought, there are none here. Only the breeze and the molecules, looking like trees and flowers. Sitting, listening. So comfortable here. And fascinating. Nothing moves, nothing stays still, everything speaks. The ground breathes through your lungs, tossing up scents and ideas. Where else would you be, could you be, on this glorious day, but here, now?
