i think about how we give so much credit to the heavy and hard things for how beautiful we are…
how we tell others of the darkness we've pushed through, and they say things like… “it's why you're so strong.” or they speak of all that depth and texture it's given our character. and i think… it's true.
but i also think… of the soft places i've had to fall where i can just be like a flower and made of my wild vulnerability, or of the moments in this life that bring out my glow… and of the ones who are there to witness it, and how they tell me that it's beautiful… and of all the sparks of inspiration like little embers on my pathways that help spark my own fires that i have waiting inside of me.
as much as i can see how we grow from the push of darkness… i think we also need that feeling of light to help pull us into our bloom. and maybe it matters more than we know how much a little spark we leave somewhere might be a needed light… the way it could remind someone they are made of flowers… and help pull them into their bloom.
– butterflies rising