In the garden. Värmland, Sweden (April 28, 2023).
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I had wanted to go on 50-mile bike rides.
I had wanted to get back into rock climbing and swing dance.
I had wanted to go hiking every week.
I had wanted to cook every day.
I had wanted to be a friend people could ask to help lift things.
I had wanted to be able to get my hands dirty, to help people, to make big things and change things.
I still want to work, to help where I can, to make small things; but I’m struggling there, too.
Maybe it was never going to be possible, I’ve always been more limited than my peers even when I was more able-bodied than I am now (though I was never able-bodied). But I miss those projects, those desires, those goals. I miss when they seemed possible, when they were something I could work towards.
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"The morning was cool, and mists were in the valleys and hollows and twined here and there about the peaks and pinnacles of the hills."
"The Hobbit" - J. R. R. Tolkien
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Spongey moss beneath my knees, damp from recent rain, soaking through clothing to the skin; worth it to capture the tiny world sprawled at my feet.
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Balgone Estate // North Berwick
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