There are a lot of survivors here in the world.Some of us have survived abusive childhoods.
Some have had to find a way to live after a lightning strike of fate changed our bodies or minds in a moment.
Some of us have adapted as our capabilities ebbed and flowed, day by day.
We survived as we developed behaviors that protected us and helped us thrive within the changed worlds where we had to exist.
Like a willow sapling seeking light will bend to grow in whatever space it can when trapped between older, tougher trees.
Those same survival skills shape us as life goes on, as the willow will keep the
curves of its confinement even after it is free to grow straight.
The willow is still beautiful. We are too.
5 comments:
That is amazing Diana....
Can I save it to my personal files, if I credit it to you? I don't know what I'll do with it, just post it on my blog at some point probably... :)
-Marietta
Wow! What a powerful image at the end of a powerful post. Beautiful, Diana, absolutely beautiful.
I agree. Just beautiful. I would love to link my blog to this post. Thank you for posting it.
Lovely.
You chose well the images to accompany your words. I like lichens a lot. And I like your use of them as symbols. The meandering stream beckons, finding its way. You write an old truth, of struggle, acceptance and even contentment. Beautiful, indeed.
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