As I've aged, much of me has fallen back to earth along the way, some in rocks, some washed away in streams, and some, thankfully, plotted in bountiful soil. I realize now that the wind never really controlled the final resting place of those many parts of me. I chose the destinations because I was unaware of the consequences, or maybe, aware but, irresponsible and irreverent. In this, with what pieces of me are left, I am reminded:
“Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way.”
Viktor Frankl
Today, and everyday, we must choose our own way, our own resting place. Through grace and faith we will persevere against the wind, reflecting the true nature of why we were created, why the wind carried us so far - to create an infinite offspring of florets with like intentions, to bloom.
5/3/17, 9:11 AM
Pacific Daylight Time
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