“Strength, I have learned, is like the littered forest floor, built of small triumphs and infinite blunders, sunny hours followed by sudden storms that tore it all down. We are one and all alike if for no other reason than the excruciating and beautiful way we grow piece by unpredictable piece, falling, pushing from the debris, rising again, and hoping for the best”.~~Edge of Collapse by Kyla Stone
When I hike the beautiful mountains and forests, where I live, I know well what a littered forest floor looks like. It is compounded by fallen leaves and moss. And below it are the mycelium that will become the summer forage.
But I never thought of its natural collage as a metaphor for life’s ups and downs, triumph’s and craters of sadness and depression.
The death of the old and discarded becomes fodder for the following Spring and Summer. Nothing is ever wasted. So too, our struggles and hardships always enforce the peace that lies between each struggle and triumph. We always return to who we really are despite where life’s challenges lead.
All that is steady and safe within us, remains. It is the composite of life. The future fertility of all of our hopes and dreams. Even when we stumble down a road, never intended for us to walk.
Bringinthesheaves 