I beg of you, surrender.
Look at every loose thread unraveled in your past and see how the universe found ways to knit each one into a tapestry of blessings.
Look how every black hole became a tunnel.
Look how every scar became a seed.
You can crumble over and over and over again.
But you have hands to rebuild and feet to move you forward.
And if those feet carry you far away from yourself,
just pause,
take a deep breath, and
follow your heart home.
About the Creator
Eden Rowland
Nature - Nourish - Nurture
Medicine stories and songs for the soul.
Your breath is the exhale of the trees.
Let us remember we are all one.
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The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
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