Ella Jackson

Life was gentle and good. We walked to the market each morning, watched the sun rise over hilltops and meadows, sat by riverbanks, dipped our feet and said 'Amen'. We held our breath and counted our blessings under the stars, we traded milk for bread, wiped the brows of travellers with the cloth of forgiveness, and held our tongues against the blasphemous preacher. Together, still, we remain. Not so far apart, but not so wholly remained. When life was simple, when life was kind.

Seed by Ella Jackson. Image by Joey Lawrence.