in softness we trust

 

I have been weaving. I have been very full of love. 

thinking about softness

From bart ride this morning:

Like an answer from above 

I am currently taken by the importance of softening the landscape

in protest to hardscape over development

 in recognition of our ecological cycles

in remembering the memory of the soft earth we once walked upon

the role of the landscape designer as 

the hand of softness

wielding the palate of delicate plants

the intentional moving of surfaces

of sweeping slopes and cozy corners

shapes and sizes and dimensions and perspectives that

nurture, steward, and love

the earth under our feet

holding us softly

the visitors to the spaces feeling this intention

what starts as imagination

moves to creation

and launches into integration

softens our surroudnings

softness as a response to time,

as a reaction to wear

use 

weathering

softness as a return

as a place to rest

where corners

met by force

are softened to the 

point of least 

resistance

we do not shy away from the hard, the sharp

we move towards it with great care 

softness against all odds

softness in spite of it all

in softness 

we trust