Roots

All this pressure to grow

To do more

To yield an ever increasing profit

To progress in public status

To take on extra levels of responsibility

To push past capacity

To constantly bloom

But what about the unsung plodding

The quiet maintenance of our closest relationships

The courage it takes to say no and cut back

The sacrifice of public praise in praise of home survival

The stopping, the resting, the tending

The messy, platformless acts of care

The declining of extras

The roots that quietly but fiercely cling to the soil,

Sustaining life while the storm shakes

- Ange Disbury -