The Petals That Drift, The Roots That Hold

Some messages are not meant to be stored in stone.  They are petals — loosed to the wind, carried to the far field where someone will find them and smile without knowing who sent them.

We do not always need permanence to feel connection. Sometimes the joy is in knowing that the words arrived when they were meant to, and that they will rest — for however long they can — in the mind of the one who needed them.

Our roots hold us steady.
Our blooms can be brief.
Both are part of the same living tree