As If You’d Never Been Hurt
There is a quiet wisdom in the flowers. Even after the months of frio, the smothering of the snow, nothing but grey sky memories, the flores return anyway. When the moment is right, a bloom.
What if you didn’t hold on to that snapping frost, if you didn’t stay shut tight in fear of blooming at the wrong moment? What if you didn’t lose sleep planning the way you’d walk into a room? What if you didn’t practice what you’d say or not say? If you didn’t worry about el qué diran? What if today you tuned out your fear, your past, your stories of why not?
Close your eyes and sit in a spot where the sun can warm your face. When the time is right, ábrete otra vez as if you’d never been hurt.
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What a beautiful image you created. It has been a very cold winter, but even now I can feel the sun starting to warm my face. Thank you for the encouragement.
Beautiful y lindo… flowers are so forgiving. A great lesson to be learned from them.