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Cracks Allow the Sun







In The Beginning

Growth seems rather
Straightforward and natural.
Reaching generally for the sun,
Adjusting to obstacles and twists in the plot
as needed,
Hopeful and expectant of what seems to be expected.
Occasionally,
Weeding needs to be attended to,
Which is hard work, but feels expected too.

But what of
those unexpected Devastations
that decimate the familiar playing field, 
and render it
littered with the broken pieces of what used to resemble a Life lived...
A tragic situation, A death, A betrayal?

 Slapped with disbelief, mired in pain, unable to see the sun.

But the cracks in our brokenness
Let the sun in at different angles
Shining in different places of our being,
Deeper places
where growth is needed, but as yet
Untouched by the sun.

The playing field is purged, barren, and open.
It begs the opportunity to reexamine and rebuild.
Routines, habits and boundaries that were once accepted and rigid,
Thoughtfully studied
What to keep
What to discard
How to keep growing
Growth becomes conscious choices
Informed and fluid based on experience
to reach directly for the sun.

Now I know how I want to grow. 
It has become lucid choice, not wandering happenstance.
Learn, grow & bloom always
Not stagnate, dry & wither for any reason.
Journey on, and well.





			

			

			
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Garden Untended
					


Dear Diary,


Ah, the weeds that grow in a Garden Untended.


Didn’t I just yank a few out


As I was passing by the other day?


Certainly, pulling a couple should have helped?


But no.


Where did this ugly jungle come from?


Their roots are long and thick and coiled.


Where are my flowers?


Their delicate fragrance is not to be found.


I anxiously search to assure myself that they still exist.


There.


Deep within the mass of angry, threatening growth


Are the tiny, white wild flowers


Of hope and fresh joy


Waiting patiently amongst the chaos.


And so the work begins.


Each weed extracted is painful to


Endure with their thorns and clutching roots.


But, the Garden must be cleared


Of suffocating weeds


To allow hope and joy to grow and breathe.


And so I toil.


Didn’t I have to do this before?


Yes, I did. Now, again.


And I remember the beauty of the Cleared Garden


With only the fresh, white wild flowers


Released.


I must not allow my Garden to be ransacked thus, again.


I must be diligent


And recognize and banish the weeds


As they creep in before they own


My Beautiful Garden.



		
	

			

			

			
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