“Sometimes you don’t know how wounded
you are until you step out of your familiar ruts.
Until you’ve slowed down,
until you press your back up against
the steadying strength of an oak tree ...
out in some far-flung place and you look up into those tree limbs and realize
half that tree is underground,
and you can only see the half rooted in the light.
That’s when you can feel the wounded parts of you, the underground parts of you,
how they’ll do whatever it takes
to keep reaching for the light.”
-Ann Voskamp
#thebrokenway
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