While I was walking after the storm I noticed in my path something that called to my attention. As I looked at them I felt drawn to pick them up and take them. The wind and rain swirled around me as I gathered the little pods. The spikes on the outside protect the seeds within; reminding me of both my hurts and my dreams. Wounds go deep and if not dealt with they grow hard shells of emotion. If dealt with we can learn and grow from them as the seeds can if they land in fertile ground. I chose to join them together as hurts often do pile up inside us. Possibly in time the spikes will wear away as the fear will no longer controls me. This helped me bring my feelings into the ordinary world.
