I loved reading this so much. I had never thought so much about the humble tumbleweed, but now am seeing the spirit of it everywhere. Sometimes we tumble, sometimes we stick. But when we tumble we drop seeds throughout the earth for more good tumbling to happen.
together we tumble π€
Itβs like somersaulting down a grassy hill in summer, with tears in our eyes from joy and bruised limbs π
I loved reading this so much. I had never thought so much about the humble tumbleweed, but now am seeing the spirit of it everywhere. Sometimes we tumble, sometimes we stick. But when we tumble we drop seeds throughout the earth for more good tumbling to happen.
Thatβs right my fellow tumbler! Life may be tossing and turning us, but weβre leaking seeds all along the live long way πͺ©π¦π«§π