Often, the delicate grows within
the harsh, the way the milky
sweetness grows inside a coconut.
Yet all of it is wasted, if the sweetness
never comes out. Many of us hide
the sweetness or save it for an
emergency. But long before the
wars erupt, before the prejudice
hardens, before the fear makes us
recoil from each other, we have this
choice. To let the sweetness out.
A Question to Walk With: Describe a something delicate within you that is protected by some wall.
This excerpt is from a book in progress, The Slow Arm of All That Matters.
*Photo credit: Oleksandr Pidvalnyi