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 -
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