I heard a woman say today that she felt like she was sinking further and further into a hole she couldn’t get out of. And I remember myself saying something similar. But as I was thinking about it today, I realized that maybe that’s not such a bad thing.

If you feel like you’re already buried beneath the weight of the world, the hard part is already over. Life has already planted you in its garden. Now, you must learn the art of growing roots. Stretch your palms out into the darkness, grip onto it, strangle it, and take it prisoner. Darkness cannot consume you if you keep pushing it back. The hole you’ve found yourself in is a diving board; instead of plunging further, you’re shooting upwards, reaching for the sun but aiming for the stars.

The best part of growing, of becoming reborn, is discovering the new world you emerge into and what part you decide to take. Are you a rose? An evergreen? A tomato plant? A tangle of vines?

To the woman I heard today: I hope you realize that the longer you feel buried, the closer you are to breaking ground. Namaste…❤️🙏🇧🇷️

©️ Beatriz Esmer