Parsley, Sage, Rosemary & Time

 

 

The thyme in the corner of my garden is going to seed . . . again.

Soon the budding little white flowers will house seeds that will fall & create new plants, extending the life & productivity of the thyme.

If only time could flower, its buds of hope metamorphose into seeds of renewal, extending the life & productivity of the host.

But time is not corporeal.  Not linear, but fractal & fluid.  We measure it, but the measurements are constructions created for our comfort.  For our need to impose order on what we don’t, what we can never, understand.

Women & men are not thyme plants.  We are plants in time.  

And renewal for us must come from within.