Release

Dear Diary,

I've been driving past this field of milkweed for days and days. I watched them grow and mature and finally the moment came...release! It is so hard to believe these soft, delicate pieces of white fluff with just a solitary seed attached could be inside such a rough and homely thing.

As a child, I delighted in shaking the pods so they would take off in a breeze. They always reminded me of tiny ballerinas in their fluffy costumes. They would dance in the wind and travel great distances...perhaps becoming a new plant somewhere else or, more likely, coming to nothing.

We all carry this kind of beauty and potential within us but it means nothing unless it is set free...released into the world. We can't know what are actions will mean down the road but we can enjoy the wonderful sense of release...of letting go...of sharing all that we are. Like the milkweed, it does us no good to hold it inside.