Member-only story
today, i wake with the orange sun, push my old toes into the soft earth, and speak inwardly about braving the adversity of change.
i have these anxious days when i don’t feel good, and i remind myself, “this is how growth can happen.”
i shut my eyes, squeeze out the pain and think of a feral rose, how the quiet cold darkness holds its blood-red blossom before the sun.
maybe humans are wild creatives at their core. maybe we allow society to strip the heart songs from our collective consciousness.
today, i’m trying to understand the names and origins of those hard feelings that want to keep me in the darkness, unable to sing.
PS. Thank you for reading. If you want my posts directly sent to your inbox, do it here!
PPS. If you like Medium, sign up for a Medium Membership, and honestly, it’s a great place to keep learning about what you love. It costs $5 per month, and you’ll help me with a referral fee if you do!
Thanks for reading or joining.
If you have any questions or comments or want to share, please feel free to do so and say hello! :) Good luck out there,
— -
My favorite Medium articles:
