Poetry slam

I've been gardening most of the day, rather trying to find the garden I had  last year. Some of it is completely overgrown and I spent two hours clearing two square meters. I'm not sure I think it's worth it for me. The wild part of the garden is much nicer than the garden I try to organise and it doesn't cost me much time. I don't know where it will end up, apparently I want to use my time for more things than weeding.

The evening was used for poetry, a more rewarding thing to spend time on, even though it was a poetry contest. The four "best" from this contest was sent to Luleå ( in the north of Sweden) to compete in the national poetry slam festival. The contest side of it is about as interesting to me as weeding, sorting the plants in weeds and flowers, regardless of how much the process of putting one word after another actually means to the people on the stage. I know that a competition can trigger someone to fine-tune their instrument, thus winning more contests and the appreciation of more people but the healing effect in the poet and some of their listeners might be of greater importance than winning a contest. Anyway, there was a winner, the young girl who is in the thumbnail and I know she was very happy, I'm happy for her as well but as much for any of the others for daring to read their heart out on a stage, to an audience who is there mainly to judge you. 

The winning girl read a beautiful poem, after she won, about seeing the flower in each one and letting them bloom, I hope all of the others felt like winners in that moment.