Ground is growing!

even when everything aches and we're all torn up inside

There are some things in life that are like a tractor breezing down the motorway with a flat tyre. So broken, yet so squish. What I mean is so much more than that tractor. But some things I cannot liken to anything else without dragging them down to some pits and dredges we may never come back from. There are days, and nights, still unfolding..

So how can we still get up and dilly dally when our hearts sit on the ground?

Remaining, re-imagining, and in a sense remembering.

Remembering a time before and

we can be set free.

Our hearts ache in these moments because it feels like something is being torn apart or stolen. Cruelty harms the heart so deep. We think we’ll never come back.

We must remain soft. The pillow is within.

The moments call for questions. Curiosity keep me on the path..