hope is not a mood. hope is a decision.
Gardening. For the End. of the World.
Sounds bleak. i realize.
At the End of the World is too bleak for me. like i’m just trying to hang on until the end of me or the world or both happens.
FOR is to honor the transition, the movement into a new existence.
I’ve had blogs in various places – WordPress, Substack, WordPress again – and decided to house everything here, on Gardening For the End of the World.
I will be migrating my previous Substack posts here, as well as posting all new blog posts here first going forward.
And as I complete artistic projects, like my novella and a nebulous outdoor large-scale fabric art project, they will get their own pages here.
This is my space for my feminine side. I have a pot of tea brewing. Have a seat. One lump or two?
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