We are in the early days of Lent. Perhaps we still feel our hearts are carved of stone, unable to soften and uncurl.
Perhaps we find our souls in the branches of trees that have yet to bud.
Maybe we see ourselves as trapped in a labyrinth, only one path to follow, even though we may resist the circling.
But know this: much bubbles beneath the frozen surface.
Your soul blossoms like a flower growing through the brick staircase.
feeling the feelings…
2 months ago