Being weakened means falling back to the bare necessities. For six years, I've accompanied my mother through her cancer journey—through times of fear, through brief moments of relief. When your body can no longer cope, the world becomes small. Then just looking at a picture of nature can be like taking a breath of fresh air—almost as if you could step outside yourself.
In the waiting rooms, amidst hope and fear, the sounds of everyday life disappear. Only the basics remain: closeness, a handshake, a breath. And again and again, nature—even in its image. It reminds us of what sustains us. It becomes a source of hope when everything is uncertain, and makes it tangible that it is our very foundation of life.
It's also a longing for something natural—away from all the debilitating things like noise, dust, and dirt. Toward clarity, fresh air, a gentle green. Simple images that reconnect us with what strengthens us.