Sometimes, in the rush and hurry of our lives, things fall between the cracks. Sometimes, they bloom there, in that transitional, stuck space.
What in your life has fallen between the cracks? How might it bloom?
Sometimes, in the rush and hurry of our lives, things fall between the cracks. Sometimes, they bloom there, in that transitional, stuck space.
What in your life has fallen between the cracks? How might it bloom?