
Years of the Cicadas
For decades, the appearance of the 17-year cicadas was my life metaphor. Then I saw the light.
For decades, the appearance of the 17-year cicadas was my life metaphor. Then I saw the light.
He cries out for her, she goes to him, they make wild, passionate love and then they die. Move over Shakespeare.
If a tulip can emerge into the light after being crushed into darkness, so can you.
Sometimes healing means returning to the same place and listening.
Be afraid. Be very afraid because it’s in there, waiting to surface again.
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