Delicate

I've just finished reading an excellent book called Streams of Contentment, by Robert J.Wicks. It is chock full of simple wisdom, things I sort of already knew but needed to be reminded about.

I've been going through a little bit of a trying time and for some reason, I thought of this fig photo that I knew I wanted to use for a "thang." I played with it in Photoshop Elements, got it fixed up like I wanted and then sat to try and figure out what I wanted to say. I couldn't think of anything so I picked up Streams of Contentment to see what might catch my eye. I've underlined a ton of things in the book but this was the first thing I saw when I opened the book and by golly, it fits.

A softened soul is as delicate as a ripe fig.

Having a softened soul is a scary thing. There is the very real risk of being bruised by others (sometimes by "others" who love and care for us very much).

Caring for a softened soul requires a delicate touch. You cannot grasp a softened soul with a tight and rough fist without the risk of damage.

Still, a softened soul is a beautiful and desirable thing.

I don't want to run in fear of having a softened soul.

I don't want to hold too tightly to the softened souls I know and care for.

(And I just decided this fits the 52 Photos theme of the week, "Delicate")