Today, I planted my feet in the soil, asked God to use my tears to water them, and something new sprouted right in front of my eyes.
Looking down at the wet earth, I saw sunflowers growing calmly, looking up toward the Sun for nourishment – looking up toward me.
I gave them a wink, thanked them for tickling my chin, for holding it up back toward my creator after it dropped from the heaviness of heartbreak.
I thank them for looking toward me, reminding me I am the Sun, reminding me I am bright and beautiful. That I can nourish, and I can destroy.
That equilibrium has made a home in my belly, so the next time I feel so tilted toward the wrong pole, toward the end of the tree trunk pointed away from the creator, I can bring myself back to Center.
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