Prompt

𝒻 𝓁 π‘œ π“Š 𝓇 𝒾 π“ˆ 𝒽
flourΒ·ish | ˈflΙ™r-ish  , ˈflΙ™-rish
There are many ways to perish, or to flourish.

How old pain, for example, can stall us at the threshold of function.

Memory: a golden bowl, or a basement without light.

Still, friends, consider stone, that is without the fret of gravity, and the water that is without anxiety.

And the pine trees that never forget their recipe for renewal.

And consider, always, every day, the determination of the grass to grow despite the unending obstacles.

β€” Excerpts from Mary Oliver’s β€œEvidence”