reborn

Be Crumbled, Be Changed

Inside each of us there’s a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water, a crow sits in the blackened limbs and talks about what’s gone. There’s a necessary dying, and then we are reborn breathing again. Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled so wildflowers will come up where you are. ~Rumi A month before my mom died, my life looked pretty

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