Wednesday, January 23, 2013


We imagine how life is "meant to be" and then with mental acrobatics and toddler-like temper tantrums we try to align our lives with our imagined "should be's".  The truth is that we live our lives like a flower.  We bend and twist and turn toward the light.  The way is second to the intention.  All of us, no matter how perversely, are seeking the light.  All of us are stretching to bloom.

1 comment:

Wind said...

That is my final hope. That my intentions will matter the most. My actions lead me into thickets while my heart is made of wide open spaces.