Healing

Broken souls. Broken bones. Broken spirits.

We’ve fallen. We can’t stay here we tell ourselves, but it’s too painful to get up.

Rest Spirit whispers in our ear, just lie here and rest. It’s what the soul is asking for…a cool drink of water and some rest. There’s time.

The sun starts to peek through. Our energy picks up. Carefully we get put back together.

Crazy glue? Liquid cement? No duct tape.

We talk. We cry. We release it all, then cry some more.

We learn. We grow. We share our stories. We heal.

The plant thrives.

Flowers bloom.

What is lost…is found.