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The ground that once felt solid beneath..quivers and shakes. The skies that stretched endless and bright are darkening.

The wind blows. The birds quiet their song. The animals are battening their hatches...digging themselves into safety. Hiding.

And yet - the flower smiles. She turns her face upward and drinks in the soaking rain. She knows. She waits. She has learned patience. She has learned strength. She bends with the wind and dances with the rain. Flexible. Reslient. Centered.

The sun will shine again.

Tomorrow.

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Please join me in the fourth of my series of 'Saturday Salons' - where I share the art of other creatives I've met in my journeys on the world wide web

"We cannot hold a torch to light another's path without brightening our own."

- Ben Sweetland