A thistle, a thastle, a red and purple bastle--okay, my apologies!It is a thistle, which are blooming everywhere. Most people believe them to be nasty ugly weeds. My dog thinks the fluff is delicious. I adore them.
Why? Because beauty always is barbed. Roses have thorns, actress have surgery, creative people have doubts and rejection.
Nobody gets one without the other--and when I remember that it makes it a little less painful when I get barbed by a rejection. Okay that's my philosophizing for today! Maybe for weeks!
What do you do when it stings?
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