Sadness spreads like a sower scattering seeds. The seeds find fertile ground in her and land there, burrowing into her skin, into the deep down places where they sprout, nurtured unwittingly by blood and bone. Shoots spread forth growing both inward and outward, and she wonders if she will ever be able to root them all out. It is like pulling at a dandelion only to have stem detach from root and downy fluff fly off, enabling dozens more dandelions to take root. There is no cause for the sadness; it just is, like cold in winter, like leaves in fall, like rain in April. It sits there, within her, growing bigger each day, a pregnancy gone horribly wrong, and she feels the shame of it. But a breeze blows by, bringing different seeds, renegade seeds, hopeful seeds. They sprout in the midst of all the sadness; they choke it out. When she looks out the window today, she realizes that the world around her is greening. She decides that she will too. She will choose joy.
Sounds like great news! I can't decide, though, is "only two packets left" exciting or scary?
ReplyDeleteA little bit of both. It's so great to have access to such incredible feedback...and yet, my laundry keeps building up...and buying new underwear only takes one so far...and my children keep needing to eat...and it should be more than just cold cereal...
ReplyDeleteI am happy that things are progressing so well. And cold cereal is not a acceptable dinner then? Good to know.
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