~A storm is nature's way of kicking up dust, showing us the dark corners we've neglected so we can clean them out and begin anew. And sometimes storms are simply there to throw us off balance, to change the angle from which we view life and force us to see things from a different vantage point... even if that means looking up from our bottoms, mouth gaping wide~
Wild as the ocean, free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.
Wild as the ocean. Free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Come Through
This time, please come through. Show up to me and stay.
Don't wiggle backwards into weakness, for fear of showing me the holes in your spine.
Or cower when I show you mine.
Come through and stay.
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