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‘Twould ease — a Butterfly
‘Twould ease — a Butterfly —/ Elate — a Bee —/ Thou’rt neither —/ Neither — thy capacity –// But, Blossom, were I, I would rather be/ Thy moment/ Than a Bee’s Eternity —// Content of fading/ Is enough for me —/ Fade I unto Divinity —// And Dying — Lifetime —/ Ample as the Eye –/ Her least attention raise on me —
Emily Dickinson
What a gift it is to bloom. From a distance, I have seen famous people bloom. (I suspect they are famous because they allow themselves to know their true blooming glory and share that glory with the world.) From up close, I have seen friends and loved ones bloom. Blooming is the ephemeral glow of people doing what they are put on earth to do. Blooming is the source of honey – the product of life’s work. (I think that goes for bees and people, too.) Blooming is our story being told. Blooming is always right on time and happens in the perfect way. Blooming is a glimpse of the sacred. In that way, we fade into divinity.
About Katie
Born in Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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