"They made me think of myself, watering and sprouting, watering and sprouting, watering and sprouting, until all that I put my energy into is ready to be separated from me. It goes off, an extension of my soul to wander into parts yet unknown, perhaps to places that help others grow." I have never felt in more kinship with green onions than this paragraph. Beautiful writing as always my friend!
“Only when stalks began splaying across my countertop did I begin to barber them.”
will always think of a doting haircut every time I trim my scallions
It’s a loving hand so unique to this task
"They made me think of myself, watering and sprouting, watering and sprouting, watering and sprouting, until all that I put my energy into is ready to be separated from me. It goes off, an extension of my soul to wander into parts yet unknown, perhaps to places that help others grow." I have never felt in more kinship with green onions than this paragraph. Beautiful writing as always my friend!
Thank you, friend <3
Love!
This was beautiful and soul stirring Lindsey!!