(click title for image) I have bent in the hands of those who have tried to break me. Like sand in a clenching fist, I have been responsive. I have slipped through the cracks, I have moved for others, I have contorted myself. Such human contortion. I have been the sand. Swept up in the wind or settled at the bottom of the ocean. Used to fill molds, then brushed off. But the limits of possibility are determined by moving beyond them and my flexibility has been limitless. Flexibility is gained through the strength of spirit, and my spirit is like water. Without it, no sand can hold shape. I am learning to separate the elements that make me who I am, to distinguish my mind from spirit and to manage, yet value, them individually. Some may never know the worth of water until their well is dry.