Amanda Palmer Instagram – I am becoming my own songs, and basking in it. We’ve been gardening before school this week. The kale is going in before we have to brush teeth and get to the bus stop by 8:10. So much of the last five years has been destruction, boots on fragile seedlings over and over again, dis-assembly, scorched earth. Now, finally, maybe something can flourish from the ash. We are all so slowly recovering. Putting our hands in the ground helps with the metaphor every day. My body shakes less. My mind can settle. My little seed here is starting to smooth out his anxieties, make sense of the pain. We slowly get away from the darkness that bites at our heels, we wake up to date after day of very simple delight. This garden, I know, is a luxury. I think about the burning ground in so many places on earth right now. The wreckage. This oasis. What else to do? So slowly, one handful of dirt at a time, we plant, we feebly attempt to heal our own little broken worlds. The things that happen in our lives, my friends, may be horrific. Unimaginably dark. But then, things settle; there is compost. So please, as @cosmogyny so beautifully puts it: make something grow. Happy spring to you all. I love you. (Also, to the hundreds of people who became my patrons on my birthday, I’m blown away and so grateful. Thank you for helping me grow. I’ll write to you all soon over there.) ♥️🌱♥️🌱♥️