You Are the Gathered Bouquet {Day 27 :: BOUQUET}


I walked around the lake where I have written these 31 days. Autumn splashed itself over the hills and trees this week. Yellow black-eyed Susans blooming, orange leaves, and mauve fluffy grasses, everything turning beautiful. What astonished me was a white bouquet of wildflowers along the trail. I rounded a corner and found another in purple. The tiny buds prickles my heart because they surprised.

There’s an unexpected gift in this raw month of writing, almost closing. I’m turning a corner in the remembering and the questioning, the searching and going deep. I’m gathering a bouquet of a story, all wildflowers, white and purple.

I carry them home in my heart and pluck them out, one by one. I hold them tight in my hand, like God enfolds me—a wildness finding how much she belongs.

This post is Day 27 of 31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes 2016

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October 26, 2016