Circumstances

She grows overnight
(to my eyes)
and blooms

Tendrils and roots
to depths and breadths
she drinks

basks

glows...

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One example. A snapshot that I arrange at the top of the stack to mask what lies below. With them, it's always progress and regress. A cycle or a spiral that moves in millimeters forward toward wisdom. With us, with all.

Maybe the circumstances make the difference. Maybe small class, fewer distractions, more urge to aspire.

They grow, as we all do. The process isn't always pretty, or encouraging, and sometimes the glimpses of glory become far too distant. Sometimes the letting go becomes a learning experience for all of us. First steps, balance, topples, griefs, getting back up. Repeat. And for us, letting go and trusting. "Let go and let God."

Sometimes they grow wild.

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shoots and leaves
bloom and
fruit bittersweet
green but
blushing
maybe brazen
explore and
conquer
unhindered