“…So fresh and green, little sprout, some day you’ll grow and spread about…”
It is you, Black Rose, whom God searches for to find, to love, to bring home and water. Black Rose, do not let the red roses fool you, their grandeur is nothing that matters to God. He cares not for perfection; he cares for the trampled.
He finds those who have been pushed aside and brings them into his inner circle. He homes them and adores them.
You are a lie, beautiful fall, a taunting lie. Surely we fall in your presence. We fall down to the bitterness of winter, blanketed in icy cold; the unthawed hearts, we freeze to death. For this is your poison, Autumn, you are our fall dressed in kindly colors.
Communicating from a place of love and desire for connection and healing really does help to close the gaps.
We leave these little coffee shops and bookstores with an ache in our hearts. We whisper farewells to the lands it holds within, as we walk out the many-times-repaired door, awaiting the day we can come back again.
Thus, I will trek this journey of pain…
Why would I want to live unless it were in my dreams, and why would I want to breathe unless it were the air of hope and beauty?
I know I have regrets, but I’d not like to live alone with them.
In Part 5, our traveling duo made it to a town in Northeastern Georgia. Their heads were up in the clouds for an enjoyable evening, and now they’re mulling over feelings that leave Vi worried, and Echo unsettled.
Vi is a simple young woman who’s grown up around narcissists. Her escape is brave and final.
And thus, she embarks on her search for freedom.
But before venturing very far, she remembers someone from her past who had always treated her better.
And so our two travelers have awoken to the pain of consequences from their decisions, but for E… this morning is painfully pleasant.