Something always grows. The question is whether it will be how it blooms. Let us be bold in who we are, and let us spread love. Thank you for being here, Kathleen. 🙏
You know, I kinda think I am that way… and I don’t mean that in any kind of ego driven way…. Nope. I’ve taken all my cracks, scars and once festering wounds to use in my healing work with others, and I’m grateful for them. It’s exactly why I align with flowers like fireweed.
So wise! We cannot “wait for gentleness” in order to grow and offer our flowers. The places that are ash and cinder need them the most, and it can be rich soil.
That’s a great poem Sam Thoughtful and beautifully crafted
Thank you, Jenna. I appreciate it. Hope all is well with you. 🙏
An uplifting piece that many folk likely need right now.
Thank you, Jordan! 🙏
Everything has felt a little heavy and uncertain,
and you reminded me that something can still grow in it
Something always grows. The question is whether it will be how it blooms. Let us be bold in who we are, and let us spread love. Thank you for being here, Kathleen. 🙏
Obsessed. Wow, my friend. 💙
I appreciate the obsession, my friend! and thank you for being here. ☺️
So inspiring and evocative!
Thank you, Alex! 🙏
Gorgeous poem Sam 💛
Thank you, Holly! 🙏
Thanks for the perspective. I won’t be afraid
You are most welcome, Earl. Take a little time today and spread that courage to others. 🙏
Ah Sam. “Molten Silence” was the gate for me. The tension of opposite bubble through on this one to touch the bones of the beyond. Love it. ❤️
Thank you, my friend. How have you been?
Am well! Spring pulls me away from the pen a little bit. Let’s see where the muse takes me. 🙏❤️
I look forward to reading more of your penmanship!
“its magenta bloom defiant
in the soot-soft morning.”
Where is the clicking fingers emoji when you need it?! Love this Sam, thank you! 🫶🏼
I think it's this🫰
It's definitely not this! lol🤌
And thank you. 🙏
Absolutely gorgeous. The perspective holds relief, hope, strength. An ointment to our heavy hearts!
Thank you!
Beautiful poem ...
It did not wait
for gentleness.
It simply grew,
unafraid,
in the dark.
💗
Thank you, Carawen! 🙏
Fireweed is one of my favorites. It grows here along so many roadsides.
I love it for its strength while producing so many delicate flowers.
There is some in the lake directly in front of me, (by accident of course) and I’m hoping it blooms before the local lake guarda come and uproot it!
It's interesting how some plants and flowers are so resistent and so prolific. And they bring joy. If only we could be like that. : )
You know, I kinda think I am that way… and I don’t mean that in any kind of ego driven way…. Nope. I’ve taken all my cracks, scars and once festering wounds to use in my healing work with others, and I’m grateful for them. It’s exactly why I align with flowers like fireweed.
I can definitely see that in you. Keep blooming, my friend!
So wise! We cannot “wait for gentleness” in order to grow and offer our flowers. The places that are ash and cinder need them the most, and it can be rich soil.
Let us be the rich soil our community needs! 🙏
An inspiring call to rise up and defy our fear.
Thank you, Anita! 🙏
love this
Thank you, Alix! I appreciate you. 🙏
So beautiful. Makes me feel hopeful and safe. 🩵
There is always hope, Grace. Always. It may take some sorting through, through rubble and ashes, but it's there. 🙏