Tuesday, July 5, 2011
I learn a lot from trees, especially magnolias. They're nothing special for three quarters of the year, but come spring, I've never seen anything quite so ... I would say "beautiful," but that word has been worn so much it barely holds a gloss. There is a magnolia tree on my block that has such an abundance of blossoms, it's like all Eden exploded through the sap! I try to see other humans like that sometimes--full of splendrous troves of talent and possibilities waiting for the courage, hard work and timing to manifest. I think it is easy, when we are so often "plain" and pinned down by routine mundanities, to forget our own colors. To doubt what we are.
Don't let the ink inside dry out before you ever dare to use it!