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Not In Vain
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
A favorite poem by Emily Dickinson that speaks to my hopes for Being.
Many moons ago, a tiny seed was tossed carelessly to the four winds and landed in a forgotten field somewhere in the yawning Mid-West. The seed took root, pushing through heavy soil, a wildflower in the making. Soon she was growing strong, reaching up for all life had to offer: sunrays, rain, moonbeams and clouds. Rainbows beckoned often and she chased a few, looking for the elusive pot of gold and finding instead other treasures much more priceless and enduring.
Now she is a mature blossom, still colorful and healthy but with too many unopened buds, burdensome stalks and twigs...She Who Needs a Pruning, lol...sometimes ascending foothills in the East to climb the highest mountains, discovering peace and wisdom in the earth's rocky walls and tumbling waters - ancient lands of her Native ancestors.
She Who Dreams, She Who Waits....these describe me, yet there is more, so much more....Watch as I peel away the layers, one small leaf, curled petal at a time....