These buildings hold clues to resolving our own woes - for they have sifted, shape-shifted, accumulated and redacted into places of convergence, of overlapping interests and mutual understanding.
My way out of this kind of anxiety is to ground myself in the buildings around me - to stop and take in the differences, look upwards, look beyond. Others do the same - in their gardens, out in nature, with their hobbies.
I run back into the porch blinking my eyes in a vain attempt at reviving my bleached retina. I'm guided back to safety by a potent line of yellow lichen that underpins the church and stops directly at the buttress next to the porch.
✨ Wondering why I ask for support?
An Anxiety of Memberships