Whenever you’re empty, you’re also full of something,
even when that something is a lack.
Lack is searching something to rush in and fill it.
Cutting away means making room —
preparing and paring down.
I harvest to prepare for the future.
I harvest to arrange the present.
Sometimes I mistake for getting rid what is really getting ready.
Empty fields are laid bare to sew.
Beginning a cycle is a chance to grow.