What Becomes

“For a moment, I expected the impossible.
And then it happened.”

 

Where are you?

Wild winds whipping up against a desolate landscape. Cold skies and a raging heart. You have been uprooted. Torn from the comfort of the ordinary, you have been exposed.

But do not go blind, little dove. Look around you. The air is clearing. There are dolphins swimming through the rivers inside Venice. There are people who can suddenly see stars. You have never seen a magic quite like this inside the world. Did you know that it has been here all along?

You are laid bare, but be brave. Ships are always safest in a harbor, but that’s not what they’re meant for. Live boldly. Raise your words, and not your voice. Speak kindly and remember there is nourishment in stillness.

Look at our world, now the mother of exiles. How she harbors each of us—give me your tired, your poor. Give me your hungry and your burdened. Give me the sorrows of a changing face, beneath a galaxy of windswept stars.

Do not go deaf, little dove. Else we must roust you with the loudness of our song. Else we must come unto you like storms and wash you of your fears so that then, finally, you will learn to love the rain. A seed must crack before it can begin to grow, and storms make trees take deeper roots. Remember, light cannot exist without the darkness.

Our lives here are sublime. As are the lives of those who’ve come before how they’ve departed, leaving wisdom in their wake. Are we too evolved for learning? Too impassive for new growth?

Do not go quiet, little dove. Isolation isn’t loneliness, and fear is just another opportunity for love. Hate and anger, they are chased away by kindness, and despair is just another word for hope.  What matters at the end of the day isn’t the storm, but rather how well you withstood it, and the person you became.

Breathe in your courage, and exhale your fear. Because, little dove, this is the part where you find you who you are.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

38 thoughts on “What Becomes

  1. Anonymous

    I love this especially what you wrote here.

    “A seed must crack before it can begin to grow, and storms make trees take deeper roots. Remember, light cannot exist without the darkness.”

    Thank you for sharing your beautiful words!

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  4. This is such a beautiful piece 🙂

    Ironically, shortly before all these virus disruptions started I was thinking about how everything in my life was wrong, and how I needed it to all go away for a while so I could think. It looks like I got what I wanted…

    I second what an earlier commenter said too, about liking the, “a seed must crack before it can grow” line. It reminds me of a passage from Hermann Hesse’s Demian, which went something like, “He who would be born must first destroy a world.” Both lines speak to the idea that the old must die for the new to emerge.

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    1. Ahhh yes. So true though. In order to evolve, we do lose certain attributes we had before don’t we? There must be a death of something for newness to emerge. Love your thoughts on here, and glad the piece resonated with you. Be well and safe friend <3.

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  5. Reblogged this on Quirky, Confused & Curvy and commented:
    Despite everything I’ve been feeling these last few weeks, I haven’t been able to write much for some reason.
    One of my blogger friends posted this and I thought it expressed a lot of those feelings beautifully.
    Check out her blog if you enjoy lyrical, accessible, literary musings. Stay safe & healthy everyone.

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