The first hole yielded entirely too much symmetry. And I am asymmetrical. Two days of digging, only to put the ground right back. The earth gave way with such ease upon digging the second hole; it whispered to me that it was right. The jasmine I carried with me from house to house, state to state, is finally at rest. A place of (im)permanence.
The day of my first entry: an epiphany. A glowing. Colors more saturated and feeling a deep satiation in my belly. Wanting it to continue, and then in a moment desire enters in. So, today: muted colors. Edginess. Frustration. But I am being with what is. Some moments yield an ease, and others do not.
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