{"id":30,"date":"2013-10-23T13:47:00","date_gmt":"2013-10-23T13:47:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2024-10-16T18:58:01","modified_gmt":"2024-10-16T18:58:01","slug":"a-kiss-from-a-star","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/?p=30","title":{"rendered":"A kiss from a star"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/a>
\n<\/a>Life is
\nlike a garden; it is full of seasoned and intriguing creatures that deliver
\ncolourful and flavorsome experiences. And just like a real garden that has
\ntrees, weeds and thorns; life comes with laughter, tears and pain.
\n<\/span>
\nSo, as I get out and wonder around, I watch my step to avoid the thorns – half
\nthe time I fail, no matter how hard I try. This does not make me despair. I
\nlimp along and continue to look for laughter.  <\/span>I
\ncontinue to think of each day as a summery season that glows with sunshine and
\nlight. I allow the cosmos to fill me with joy and love as I reach out for peace.<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI keep on
\nmoving. I continue to take each step purposefully. I take in huge breathes,
\nwhich fill me with optimism and hope as I reach out for trust.  Whenever it becomes extra hard, I make time to kick the still sand as I watch
\nthe waves. <\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI also
\nstroke the grass and pick a flower; and act as if the bee sting was just a kiss
\nfrom a star. I embrace the sweet wound with love and care.  I enjoy the beauty of collective existence as I remind myself that it is all
\npart of the universal garden; which keeps on flourishing and bearing fruit. <\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIndeed,
\nit is all woven together into a strong thread that tours to the core; to the
\nroot!<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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