i'm so blessed to have beautiful people in my life. i've been down so low, but it's different this time. i have a sunflower; my favorite flower, the one which lights my heart. Her petals wilt, and it takes everything i have not to lift them up...where they belong. And then she blooms- a blossom no one can deny. It's funny how a flower can bring such warmth into my life. She understands, and I feel safe.
Then there is the clay; so solid and strong. In my hands he takes to me, he loves me. He takes shape to my formless mold and creates something so beautiful. Suddenly i no longer feel weak. In clay i am reminded of the possibilities; the fluidity of our lives. There are no errors in clay, only the most beautiful of flaws.
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