“I imagine a flower in bloom, except the petals endlessly unfold and grow until everything outside has been embraced by the flower itself, and ‘outside’ is ‘in’ and there are no barriers between.”
--Sean Connelley
My mama called to tell me that my trees are bearing fruit. The two black cherries, the granny smith apple, and the pear in the front yard and the two red delicious apples in the back yard—all of them have fruit. This on top of the grape vine that’s been producing fragrant fruit for two years now. And how appropriate this is as I come of age, as I become the me that I wanted to be for so long, as I bear my own fruit. It affirms, participates in, bears witness to, and confirms all that I’ve been through and all that I’ve become. And inside the fruit of affirmation is the seed of the world of which we dream and for which we struggle.
--Sean Connelley
My mama called to tell me that my trees are bearing fruit. The two black cherries, the granny smith apple, and the pear in the front yard and the two red delicious apples in the back yard—all of them have fruit. This on top of the grape vine that’s been producing fragrant fruit for two years now. And how appropriate this is as I come of age, as I become the me that I wanted to be for so long, as I bear my own fruit. It affirms, participates in, bears witness to, and confirms all that I’ve been through and all that I’ve become. And inside the fruit of affirmation is the seed of the world of which we dream and for which we struggle.
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