One word does not decide who we are, but that word can pre-write who we become.
One moment does not decide who we are, but that moment can be the catalyst in who we become.
One thought does not decide who we are, but that thought can fill in the gap of who we become.
One emotion does not decide who we are, but that emotion can spark who we become.
Each crossing to inform the rules of being both the gardener and the garden.
Even at times, mislabeling the flowers and the weeds.
While chasing the narration of standing and sitting.
And always circling happy and unhappy as present or absent.
Filling in colors from wounds that echo while forgetting about laughter's bright hues.
Seeing the tiredness that can't be climbed even though it took strength to get right there.
Marking the imperfect days despite the delightful ones.
And breathing in the rage on red's list regardless of love's face being there too.
One word can wreck us and lift the weight that wasn't asked for.
One moment can speak our truth and lie along the way.
One thought can have us begging and make breathing easier
One emotion can make us capable and build impossible as a continuous reminder.
Each carrying the pieces from habits and the space to dance.
Fixed identities and friendships that open doors.
A familiar pattern and the thrill of taking chances.
And careless permissions as well as the promise to be kind to ourselves.
Through colors placed apart but close enough to blend for support.
The kind of rubble that doesn't believe it can't help grow flowers.
The legacy of eye-opening storms and rain with no plans but relief.
And the tug of war from shame as well as hearts fighting in low places.
When one comes to us, the side that wins is the one we reinforce.
The fastest answer to who we think we are.
The compliance that we disappear into; one by one.
Not because that side has better facts but because it's been mainstreamed into our homes.
Integrated right next to the show of other things that hesitation has somehow taken control of.
Even though blue holds us on sunny days and carries us in the hum of pain's uprising.
Because as it turns out, two things can be true like being both happy and sad at the same time.
So, in a whole lot of ones that we didn't ask for, weeding isn't about weeds but the conditioning that says we can't take anything else from a word, a moment, a thought or an emotion.
Have the best day, POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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