“The seed When sprouting Sees only darkness It grows blindly through the soil The promise of light Guiding its very existence”
Our author is a fan of two things in life: condiments, and a really great (though painstakingly thought out at times), longwinded metaphor. Armed with restaurant ranch dressing (”Could I get extra sauce?”) and a smooth writing clicky pen, she continued her journey to the core of her Being through writing poetry disguised as (you guessed it) metaphors for plant growth.
We all have our growing seasons, sure, but what about the time spent nestled away from the world pursuing our most evolved selves? What of the growing pains, the root rot, the too-small pots? Read along through all her life cycles (so far). From a sapling, back to a seed, to bloom, to wither, to revive herself, and grow From Soil to Sun & Back Again.
