Dreaming of Blossoming: The Spring That Comes from Within
“Blossoming comes to those in whom something has already begun that they haven’t yet named.”
“Blossoming comes to those in whom something has already begun that they haven’t yet named.”
“Falling leaves come to those in whom something is already ready to fall — beautifully, and without regret.”
“Roots come to those who find themselves asking: where am I from — and what is holding me?”
“Seaweed comes to those in whose depths something has long been entangled — and is searching for a way to unravel.”
“Thorns come to those in whom a boundary is still searching for its name.”
“Drought comes to those who carry something inside that has long been waiting for a drink.”
“The jungle comes to those in whom the wild has not yet had its final say.”
“The meadow comes to those who are already ready, somewhere deep inside, to exhale.”
“Mushrooms come to those who are ready within to seek wisdom where others don’t look — in the shadows, in the silence, beneath the surface.”
“Seeds come to those who are ready within to begin something whose result they won’t see immediately.”