In Winter the snow falls and catches us in our tracks, making molds where our feet pass, reminding us of how we have tread, and showing us the marks we have made. What if our words, like our feet, left prints and impressions we could see? What would the faces of our family, friends, co-workers, and enemies look like? Words land like seeds or like shards. They either nurture growth, or they leave pain in their wake. Words can transform a dark path into a luminaria walk. They can transform a hopeless heart into a resilient one. Words can transform scars into love stories, and shame into dignity. Be mindful of your wordprints. Plant seeds. Nurture hope. Offer light. Recognize beauty in what has been broken. Speak truth without shaming. Your wordprints shape souls. Be careful how you tread.
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