I wrote this a couple of years ago, but it resounded again today and I had never added it, so here it is:
The miracle of a Pearl. Without some sort of invading parasite, irritant, or damage, a beautiful pearl cannot be created in the depths of an oyster. To some, I'm that irritating grain of sand, leaping or even grinding into your space and challenging you to address the discomfort you may find. For it's never really the situation...but how you REACT to the situation that matters. To others - and I believe a much higher number exists here - I am the oyster. Usually minding my own business, trying to survive, but also creating wonderful things as I go, trying to leave behind a beautiful legacy if I can. Until you ask for help or dig into my world demading that help, I cannot guide your growth into what you were perhaps meant to become. We all need help sometimes. I believe we all have a purpose on this Earth. Without the vast Ocean of Life around me and the right conditions of pressure and time, I, myself, cannot do what I am meant to do. But, maybe, just maybe, together, we can create a shiny new world...at least in our own little corners of it. Those who are crazy enough to think they can change the world...are usually the ones that do.
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Julie WestphalAuthor, Poet, Dreamer Archives
February 2024
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