It rained a LOT this weekend. At times, it was torrential and caused flash floods and other damage. This morning I woke up and the sun is shining, birds are singing, and everything is green and fresh underneath the debris that is left. All it will take is a quick sweep of the lawn, and the lush green carpet will be ready and waiting for bare feet to run across it.
I feel the same. I have cut the last strings, and now all I need to do is brush them away, then there is nothing left to hold me to this dark time. The time to bloom is now. I can see where I want to be and the path stretches out before me; inviting, beckoning, welcoming. My feet move towards it of their own will, trusting to their instincts that have for so long been trampled on. My heartbeat sounds loud in my own ears, but it is not from fear, but from confidence. This is the time.
It is late spring, not quite summer just yet. Not all the flowers bloom in the early days, some wait until the heat of the day becomes consistent and steady. Now is the time. Bloom, show your beauty and your potential. Summer is not yet here, and it's not too late to embrace that grace that is inside of you.
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