Rise up to Your Dreams
I never really considered myself to have a green thumb. As a child if I ever got dirty I would run to my mother and exclaim, "Nassy, nassy!" and beg my mother to wash my hands. Yet, my mother's love for gardening definitely rubbed off on me and I constantly love to dig in the dirt, welcome the earthworms and whisper to the ladybugs. Over the last week I
She Surrenders.
She stands tall. Naked and vulnerable. Open to the elements and unforgivably strong to the wind. She bares her imperfections. She realizes now they make up her soul. It wasn't always this way. This knowledge. This trust and faith she has year after year. She remembers the first time she was stripped down. To the bare branches. It was cold and she felt vulnerable and open. Open to criticism of