My Body Is A Garden
Lockdown. Quarantine. Isolation.
I am cultivating seeds of compassion in this war.
I am planting bulbs tolerant of cold temperatures, resistant to threats of frost, that will grow deep roots to anchor us against the ephemeral fashions of the world.
Mother Nature gives and she takes.
It is time to listen.
My body is a garden.
Let me honor the flora and the fauna, enzymes that secure my immunity.
Embrace the journey, make better decisions.
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