Magnolias
Just as the magnolias started to blossom this spring, a frost came. They shrivelled before they had a chance to show their splendour. Grieving, I dug out some old sketches and created Magnolias. This was weeks ago and as I was on my walk today I passed many magnolia trees. They’re easy to ignore when not in bloom. But one tree stopped me – below the bunches of yellowing leaves was a splattering of green cradling a new blossom and a bud promising a bloom.
And how it reflects the season I’m in. Many of the dreams I held as a child shrivelled in the frost of fear. But I’m awakening to them again and just like the magnolia tree, I’m enjoying a second spring.
How about you? How are your dreams coming to life?
Your magnolias drawing is beautiful, Charity. The line about grieving the shriveled before they could reveal their splendor gripped me. I don’t think I’m good at dreaming because it feels so risky. The dreams could shrivel. But then again, even then, there’s hope of a second spring. This touched me tonight, Charity. Thank you.
I love reading your comments, Pearl. Thanks for sharing your dreaming journey. Yes, there is still hope, for all of us.
Like it!! Well done!
Thanks, Kathryn.