Daffodils

Gardening makes me feel alive. After years of working with death and finality, even just the ideas of planting, of warm soil, of a small bloom seem powerful and comforting. I feel like I am grasping at ways to stay connected to the living. I turn 30 this spring. All of the stereotypical existential questions float through my head. Underneath it all a small panic persists. So I look outside for soothing metaphors and reassurances that life goes on.

I saw the first daffodils in full bloom in Richmond today. The small bunch of flowers in the back yard of a patient’s home bravely swayed in the cold gray wind. Little beacons of sun. kj