Six Word Story (38)

They are small, they are fierce. Why do we underestimate them so? Why do we deny they are reflections of what still lives deep inside of every adult heart?

Cherish those hearts, be they in the bodies of 2-year-olds, or in full-grown adults with all our learned coping mechanisms. It’s never too late to be brave.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Six Word Stories (37)

I am so small, and that climb is so high. There is no railing.

What makes the difference? A guiding hand to help me hold my balance and keep me from filling backyards while I take one step at a time.

What if I can not find that hand? What if I am alone? What if no one, will help me?

I still can, even if it’s on hands and knees. I won’t give up, I won’t turn back.

But how I pray for that one hand.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Six Word Story (36)

Do you thrive in the quiet? Or in the none stop rush of the spinning world?

Each element has its own worth, and we can find each within the other if we look closely.

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Six Word Story (35)

Even when the sky is overcast, a sunflower always knows where to look.

I am envious of this nature.

“How can you just KNOW?”
“I just do.”

A snippet of a conversation I have had on more than once occasion with someone close to me. How can you JUST know?

It is a nature given to a quiet few, and the sunflower too.

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Six Word Story (34)

The word ‘art’ usually invokes images of paintings, drawings, or maybe woven tapestries from a different time. Or maybe the word ‘art’ brings a favorite story to mind, or a famous poem, or sculpture. But art is so much more than those things, and lives in so many places.

The hands of come in all shades, sizes, and from all places. They stir cooking pots, pull stitches through fabric, and yes, weld iron beams into place.

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Six Word Story (33)

Maybe it’s not the scribbles of a pencil for you, but we all have ideas we discard.

Do they scream at you from the wastepaper basket? Have your dreams died before you realised them? Did you fail mid way through? Did you cast them aside before you even tried?

Try again.

Every crumpled paper is a stepping stone.

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A Six Word Story (32)

I am much more of a night owl than a morning bird. I love the quiet whined down after a long loud day. Because of that, I have only caught a very few sunrises, yet, they are a miracle that happens every day.

What beauty have you been missing out on? Why?

I think it’s okay to be a night owl, and now catch every sunrise, as long as I remember it still happens, and it’s a gift.

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A Six Word Story (31)

I love to watch the shadows grow. Some times the time goes fast and sometimes is crawls, but it’s always a blessing to watch.

When we rest, the world doesn’t stop spinning, time doesn’t stand still. But something inside of us changes and slows, and maybe even grows. Have you felt it?

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A Six Word Story (30)

Sometimes I feel like an overturned cup of confetti… Until I remember cups are for holding liquid, not everyone else’s bits and pieces. Confetti wants to be thrown around, shared, and bring colour to the world.

Remember, it’s okay to throw those bits around, as long as you clean up after the party is over.

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Six Word Stories (29)

Trees are more like people than we often think. They hide so much beneath the ground, just like humans hid part of themselves behind pretending.

Beauty, intricate personalities, strangeness, connectivity, how we and they reach out for each other.

It’s often not until something unwanted, something uncomfortable happens and washes away the dirt, that we get a glimpse of what a person is really like. Sometimes, it’s not pretty. Other times, it reveals amazing things.

Not all buried things are bad or ugly. Even when beautiful there are things that need to STAY burred to grow properly, other things need to be protected for a.

But then, after growth, they need to be pulled up, and out, before we can use them.

I wonder what carrots think when they are harvested?

There is something about the color orange.

It inspires and glows. It’s joy to pull orange things out of the dirt, and pluck them from a branch.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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