Just take up gardening if you have the space for it. Simple as that. Being more active in helping my father with his property and being more environmentally concious tending to Monarchs at my place has done wonders for my mental health. It guve you a quiet space that reminds you how growth and peace takes patience and consistency. And just getting to see these little guys and watch the butterflies come tells me what I do matters to the Earth around me. A few little plants can do more than you realize.

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This is a very thought provoking poem right now I'm kinda obsessed with thoughts about weaving and Tapestry and how God weaves versus how I want him to weave and also noticing the threads between those I love is getting stronger thin but stronger. Also, kinda curious how strong these threads can become within a narcissist I guess time will tell. Just had some insight about layering and distance and time and God. Time to think I'll edit this later. Got some insights but can't bring it together. Another day then. “Life is but a Weaving” (The Tapestry Poem) by Corrie ten Boom My life is but a weaving Between my God and me. I cannot choose the colors He weaveth steadily. Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow; And I in foolish pride Forget He sees the upper And I the underside. Not ’til the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly Will God unroll the canvas And reveal the reason why. The dark threads are as needful In the weaver’s skillful hand As the threads of gold and silver In the pattern He has planned He knows, He loves, He cares; Nothing this truth can dim. He gives the very best to those Who leave the choice to Him.