salvage, redeem

Whenever the Broken Land feels just too broken to be salvaged, and I want to run away, it is somehow redeemed. Today the Brooklyn Botanic Garden rescued me from slow and steady decline into mommy malaise.

A divine lotus and its roots, some intricate star/leaf formations in the same pool, Magnolia's joy at looking up at trees ("I'm just laying down," she said, while looking up through the branches at the sky beyond), her joy at touching the sprinkler over and over and over, and the wonderful environmental sculptor Patrick Dougherty working on a new installation at the garden:

1 comment:

Rachel Federman said...

I don't even know how to respond to this. It's too wonderful.