one foot in front of the other

// think of the sun that shaped them //

Sifting amidst weeds and overgrowth, she listened, head tilting to indicate her attention and focus on both portions. The news of healers needed and the clinic brought some portion of relief to her, and she nodded, a small smile beginning to form in the corners of her mouth. “Oh, that’s good to hear.” And relieving; that she’d still have some purpose after losing it quickly. “I can check in with them. Thank you.” Maybe in the meantime she could make some poultices, assess the garden, start her own by their current home…

Hands gently maneuvered fronds and ferns, before advancing more around the rooted centerpieces. “Do you have your own healing magic?”

Lena

// the speck of truth that's ours //