From the ashes

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“It’s never too late to become who you want to be. I hope you live a life that you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald
The seedling inside knows how to reach up and breathe. Let it.

A new beginning often starts because of some sort of primary wreckage. A forest fire incinerates the trees and brush. A seedling pops up amidst the devastation and reaches upward; seeking the oxygen that the universe has to offer it. It reaches for the sky because it is programmed to do so. It knows no other way; only growing up, up, up. It thrives in the devastation, because without the tearing down of what is, there is no room or fuel for it to sprout and grow. It pulls the nutrients of the burned and broken into itself for nourishment, and lives as a prime example of how nature starts over and builds life that is beautiful, new, and fresh. The seedling doesn’t mourn for what was – but instead stands as a reminder of how living continues; despite what happened yesterday, last week, or last year. It only knows how to thrive in the present moment.

Why I Write

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Some practice yoga. Some paint. Some lift weights. Some meditate. I write. Words give my feelings meaning; galloping across the page and cleansing my heart of its impurities and clogged arteries. Skimming across the keyboard, my fingers give life to my innermost fears, hopes, and dreams. They express what I cannot verbally for fear of judgment and scorn. Writing is my therapist, my friend, and my innermost channel to spiritual expression. In-person, I have become a master of disguise; channeling who I believe the world wants me to be, and dampening my spirit to avoid repercussions. Writing is my freedom from public appearance and from the expectations – whether real or perceived – of this life that I am living.

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