a short story about giving.

"things just have to be simpler," bea said. for the longest time she was holding on, but decided it was time to give it up. "it wont be like giving up on it, but rather just giving things i hold on to up to the universe. my control freak days are over."

right then and there, under the spray of sunlight and the wavy blades of grass tickling the curves of her sides, she decided on letting go. no longer would she be a slave to anxiety, but rather to embrace the unknown and be secure in the fact that she will be okay no matter what. why? because the universe loves her. because the universe loves everyone. the cosmic energy is love. in order to create, sometimes there must be destruction. flowers erupt out of the rubble, burst out from between the cracks and through the pile of debris. love rises above. she too will rise above. like a phoenix.

nola is big on phoenixes.