I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in the fear of falling or
catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise. I choose to risk my significance; to live so that which comes to me as seed goes to the next as blossom and that which comes to me as blossom, goes on as fruit.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
World's oldest Story!
She was a damsel in distress. He was the darling of the crowd. Period!
Okay! How about he was a man in distress and she is the angel that would save him
ReplyDeleteHmm! I like that idea too. In fact, would love to see a story like that happen; till then the world continues to run on this old school thought!
ReplyDeleteI love the short story.
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