The splashes of yellow paint on the grey sidewalk next to the newly painted storefront remind me of the space between, which is like a flower that is beautiful in its presence and healing in its presence. Inside myself, I feel more room, less pain. Sprouts may sprout, reach up and out, and not go "ouch." It's spring, and the ground can shine, too.
Friday, May 14, 2010
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