Overwhelming



It’s a big, wide world out there to those who feel small. Every tree conceals shadows, every puddle a skin to the world below. We fear and tremble, defer and divide, when what we really ought is wonder. Let us not forget, the flower to the insect is as a sun to us, yet the pull of its pollen is enchanting. Never fear the big wide world, my friends, it can’t help being overwhelming.

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9 thoughts on “Overwhelming

  1. I agree on wonder versus being overwhelmed. Lovely post, Richard. (And some synchronicity – I almost posted a very similar photo today with a poem which is in line with your words. Always love when that happens among us writers. 🙂 )

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