On Blocked Exits

When you are convinced that all the exits are blocked,
either you take to believing in miracles
or you stand still like the hummingbird.

The miracle is that the honey is always there,
right under your nose,
only you were too busy searching elsewhere to realize it.

The worst is not death but being blind,
blind to the fact that everything about life is in the nature of the miraculous.

~Henry Miller

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About emanita01

I am a Franco-american woman who hails from Brookline, Massachusetts. I live in France near the Swiss border, only minutes away from Geneva. I am a member of the Geneva Writers Group and the Association La Forge, a literary group based in France. I write stories, poems and am currently working on a couple of plays, a one-woman show and a dramatized poem.
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