Eternal Flower
It’s one thing to be in the underground of growth, laying roots. Another to be a sprout. And quite another to be on the precipice of no longer remaining as tiny leaves, but flowering. Continue reading Eternal Flower
It’s one thing to be in the underground of growth, laying roots. Another to be a sprout. And quite another to be on the precipice of no longer remaining as tiny leaves, but flowering. Continue reading Eternal Flower
No one talks about that silent space during transformation. Where you’re ready for your new life, but not quite done with your old one. This poem captures exactly that – vulnerable, desperate…and ready. Continue reading A Plea in the Passing of Time