Grinding Down The Seeds

Shakespeare whispered of the seeds of time — which may I ask are the weeds and which are the blossoms? We see our universe like a
living breathing organism that flowers and erupts…much like our own moods. Today I wonder how deeply these currents affect our local lives and hearts. Mine is in the eruption phase where I feel
I am being destroyed…and part of me pulses harder than I need to
do to find breath still inside me to endure no matter what internal comets bash against me. Depression is response, even in the universal sense.


About christineemmert

Words have been part of my life. First the spoken word in my time as an actress and increasingly the written word in my shift to writer. I write across the genres, but mostly as a playwright and poet. My interest as my life extends is in the realm of tethering myth to the mundane reality where I live. In this vein I have expanded into stories and novels. Presently I look at how myths taken from past cultures can affect us today. Hence my novella of Lilith which is out on Kindle . I live in the Eastern Woodlands where I try to incorporate nature into my many writing projects. We are so in danger of losing that link to our very planet!
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