So around November a friend gave me a deer carcass for a project I’m in the process of cultivating. I left it hang in a tree over winter to dry out. Today, I went to take it down…but to my surprise, I found new life forming in the heart of death.
"I’m Chinese but I was adopted and raised by an Indian family. So I grew up speaking Tamil. I never learned to speak Chinese.
Then when I was 30, a 3rd party arranged a reunion with my birth family: I found out I had 4 brothers and a sister. After that, I always stayed in contact with my other family. My husband is Tamil and we now have children and grand-children. But my Chinese family always join us for celebrations - like Deepavali. And we also join them. We have stayed close.”