I could describe myself as a flower who slowly discovered she was never made for the wall.  Bit by bit, a gentle hand pulled me from its cautious safety.  I now bask in the warm sun, and freely dance in the breeze.  I can feel the beautiful colors my maker had always intended radiate effortlessly as I dwell in Him.  I love being and becoming, and I love the rich soil of Life and Love, in all its pain and glory.   It seemed like a good idea to begin writing about it.