|Image by h. rae|
"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." ~Anais Nin
Ever felt that way? Ever yearned for something beyond your comfort zone? (My hand is raised, even if yours isn't.) Some dreams are within reach but others are somewhere beyond that ever-so-distant horizon that they seem to fade as each day passes and the gap remains, never bridged.
... Until you become alone... in tune with your thoughts and feelings. Alive in the moment. And that smoldering passion flares into a white, guiding light, calling you to come... come.
It beckons to you, enticing you with a swarm of emotions and allowing you to glimpse life... as it could be. But you turn again, looking back. Wondering "what if."
And as you slip back into reality, your dream slips back into it's velvet casing, fading into a singular note, reminiscent of the melodic chorus it sang only moments before... until it finds you alone once more.
Alone to exist beyond ones self. Beyond the present; beyond the predictable.
Blossoming can be painful. Staying tightly encased within the bud can be more so.
Springtime offers us to chance to choose to bloom while nature chooses likewise. It's like a shedding of old clothing, a putting on of clean, white garments.
|'Snowy Cascade' by h. rae|
"It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it." ~Anais Nin