Feeling Lucky
Amy Hill
By Vassilisa Adam, East Sussex, United Kingdom
"How unlucky you are!" my mom said over a phone call.
I was heartbroken, after seeing a post of Seven Sisters from Southdown National Park: ‘They’ll still be there, in the same spot, when we can all get outside again safely’. I’ve been planning to go there, waiting for this perfect spring weather, trekking its edge for hours. Now, I might not get the chance to see its beauty before heading home to Indonesia. I might not have the chance to do things that I wish for. I was stunned a bit when Mom said how unlucky I was to be here. Am I?
It is indeed a bizarre time. There were times I was standing still and letting the regret and fear gett ahold of me. I could easily slip into anxiety, if not for the spring.
Besides Seven Sisters, I have something exciting to wait for: new blooms in Lewes House Garden. Last Friday, I had a chance to look closely at buds that are growing to taste their first lives. I never realized how each bud constantly changes its form, until the last bloom.
I know, it’s simple logic, but it just feels serene to witness life unfolds in its tiniest details. As if I can sense each fine line of each bud, protecting the life inside, patiently carving its flower, until it is ready to see the world.
Just that, I feel terribly lucky. Watching lives appear before me makes me think we are all going somewhere. We are all alive.