....to some extent, like gardeners. We plant seeds. We nurture aspirations. We tend our hopes and dreams. Feeding them here, pruning them there and gently encouraging them towards a perfect state of fruition. Always, though, there will be little patches of land that we have overlooked - areas where the wild things grow, places that we have all but forgotten the existence of.
Sometimes, in among the so-called weeds, rare and wonderful flowers bloom.
"The more anger towards the past you carry in your heart, the less capable you are of
loving in the present." (Barbara de Angelis)
No comments:
Post a Comment