Peonies (belated) (Patreon)

I didn’t post peony photos this year, but I took them. For more than a decade this has been a tradition, I don’t know why I held back. I do more holding back these days. Not on purpose, not withholding. Just keeping things for myself. Taking time.

It feels like I’m still taking shape, still putting it all together, still trying to grow into what’s next and make sense of it all. Do I say that every time I try to write about how my guts feel, every time I want to put words to these new neural pathways?

So here are the peony pictures, belated. Here are my not-quite-ready thoughts. It takes time to learn how to make yourself the centre of your universe after a lifetime of tending to everyone else’s best interests. I’m trying to be a good student.