Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

Today I cried. I let the tears flow for awhile. No need playing strong. Tears were all we knew. So I sat back in my chair looking out the window. Rain was falling as it should, with drops that mirrored the ones flowing down my eyes. We have been told that the urgency for today is to live, to bloom in the noise and whip of the whirlwind. If ever there was a primer for days like today, I would say cry, let the tears fall like rain, then step out again, and bloom, exceeding even the sun…