Me.

Who were you meant to be?  What is your destiny, and what is it that you are so desperately searching for?  Almost in a frenzy, frantic and anxious.  Seeking, searching, crumbling, neglecting.  What is it?  Where is it?  Who is it..? If that’s even an option.  A garden, overgrown and unattended to.  Weeding was never something one wants to do.  But there’s a certain reward aspect to the process: hoe in hand, breaking up the dry ground, sifting through the top of the soil, sweeping away the weeds.  Breaking, uprooting, sifting, cleaning, clearing, new soil..clean soil, allowing room for new blooms to blossom.  Growth; the process.

 

#Cultivatingmygardenseries

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