July 31, 2015
Birmingham
The sun is breaking it's promise with the night to leave the sky in darkness. A crack is forming along the horizon as it muscles it's way toward day. This is but one of life's fissures that cradle possibilities. Seed pods crack allowing nurturing life to seep in, a storm downs a forest tree breaking open the canopy...the sun gladly fills seeds it spies in the duff with stirrings. Flower buds break their isolation and fling arms wide, welcoming guests to carry new life as they wing away. All around these breaks occur and with each... new growth and life emerges. So why faced with my own inevitable breaks do I dread the aftermath. Why is life's smooth and placid water of more value than the storm tossed sea and breaking open?
