Reinvention required again…still. The uncertainty: exciting, thrilling even. And so scary. How are you reinventing?
“Fearlessness is the mother of reinvention.”~Arianna Huffington
Constantly decomposing and recomposing, the marsh is a boundless re-inventor. Like some wild and magical artist, she splashes vivid colors and pungent scents on the canvas, drenching it in drama. Cue the howling winds and rolling thunder. Enter the prehistoric-looking creatures and rising tide.
Only to sweep the canvas clean and start afresh. With soft hues and delicate birdsong and ducks gently paddling and waddling in a quietude whose hush sounds eternal.
Then, that scene too, is dashed. With new gorgeousness. And again, and again.
This sorceress, the marsh, with her bottomless imagination and creativity, has gotten me thinking a lot about reinvention. About how the only limits we have are those of our imagination and our courage, should we choose to reinvent.
Reinvent how we see; what we do, and yes, who we are.
Like the marsh, we may need…
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