If you find yourself in a fallow time–a time of stagnation or barrenness, this poem is especially for you.
“The Fallow Time”
When you are lying fallow,
Surrounded by your leaves,
Rooted in cold, unyielding earth
And leaden sky overhead…
Do not think that you are done.
You cannot live in constant Spring,
Nor was your previous green a trick.
Your barren now is holy space
Miraculously pregnant with you.
Rest in fruitful letting go and soon
Your green returns again.
~Shelly Johnson
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My name is Shelly Johnson, and I am a writer and philosopher with a Ph.D. in philosophy. One of my primary personal and philosophical interests is how we can learn to love ourselves and each other better in order to cultivate personal and political resilience. I teach ethics and a variety of other courses at a local college. I am the author of the blog Love is Stronger. I am also the author of three logic and critical thinking books for high school and middle school: _Argument Builder_, _Discovery of Deduction_ (co-author), and _Everyday Debate_, published by Classical Academic Press. You can reach me at shellypruittjohnson@gmail.com.
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