It doesn’t take much to unravel a carefully constructed life. Often it’s a single loose thread, the smallest unattended one that begins the unraveling.
Life requires us to be constant gardeners, tending to the blooms before they fade and noting the turns in weather. It’s not enough to sit back and admire, although this too has its place. Subtle tweaks in a push-me, pull-you game are the fragile play of living in perceived balance.
Photos: Dried flowering branch of the Date Palm tree after the fruit have fallen
© Yvonne Cornell, 2013