Self-heal

Prunella vulgaris

I would not have noticed this flower in the summer.

The deep purple is easily absorbed

in the shadows under the trees

and it is so small that you could tread on it

without realising what you have done.

Now, it is the only flower that I see

and it gives me great pleasure.

Do you want to know why I write this blog?

It is because I feel I must.

Sometimes I long for a break

and I wish I could go back to the pre-blog time.

But I feel compelled to continue.
The things that I need to write about

queue up and jostle for space in my brain.

Each post takes a very short time

because it is there before I write it.
And then there is a sense of relief

as though I am on a journey

and another step

has been taken.

In each post I see something new

in isolation,

by itself.

I can think about that one thing

and appreciate it.

And be grateful.