Seeds set free in the storm of life
When life is tough, the shutter seems forever jammed half closed, nothing seem to be in focus I look around to see a flower, a leaf, a rock, or cobwebs with their seemingly random criss crossing of threads. Threads that hold on to each other, connect and what appears without a sense of design suddenly has a strength within it.
ALL things of nature appear to just be but none are without purpose.
When it seems as though the flood of pain will forever suppress the hope within remember as with nature all things evolve, things change the seed grows, the bud blossoms, the flower dies it’s essence returns to the earth, the seed grows.
These may seem like a mish-mash of broken thoughts but if l allow them to be, to form, then their place will be found.
What a beautiful, inspiring, hopeful piece of writing. Thank you Jenny.