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I’m amplified. I submit a revised manuscript, a paper I’ve been working on for years, I feel like I’ve finally figured out how to untie the knot in its argument and the exhilaration when submitting it threatens to dissolve my cells into the little particles dancing in the light coming in through my dusty kitchen window. But then, miss-communication in virtual socializing, words that don’t make it out right without the help of a hand, a shifting of the head. Unease over the difficulty to understand the misunderstandings. No other’s breathing to pace my racing heart. I never realized how balancing another person’s physical presence could be. So I take to the woods. I look at the spring flowers, how their colors shift. It gives pause. And I remember: Watching an orchid. My school of meditation.
Photo: At the orchid fair, Glasgow Botanic Gardens, May 2017. Posted on Instagram April 10, 2020.
Katja Malmborg 