Sincerely, Jennifer x

My garden was mired with magpies,
messages from the branches of recovering trees, that had more confidence in their ability to survive than I had ever summoned.
The world is resilient,
and I learn from the Earth and the green stems that shoot from it,
pressing my shaking hands to the cool ground and feeling the world whispering to me.
The magpies have good intentions,
and so do I.