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We are all flowers…our seed planted long ago…

inside our mother’s womb…where we begin to grow.

Until we grow so big and long and round…

It’s time to leave the womb…to be planted on the ground.

Where, now a whole world to explore, all that extra room

with our parents love we continue to grow…until the day we bloom.

Then one day (with flowers this usually comes as a complete surprise)

one flower meets another flower…and their colors synthesize.

Their stems and leaves and petals tingle…their flower hearts begin to soar…

and each flower feels a little more beautiful then they ever felt before.

Knowing their flower love is forever…they can’t help but dance and sing…

It’s as if time is suspended…and they’re in a constant state of Spring.

They hope to spend the rest of their flower lives together…

their love to the all the other flowers is well-known.

Why, they even create new flowers…a little garden of their own.

But such is the nature of flowers…though they’d love for their life to extend

they are fragile little creatures who never know when their days of Spring will end.

 
When one flower’s time is up…the flower left behind stands by

and remembering their times together…will smile, laugh…and cry.

And for a while that remaining flower is as lost as any flower can be…

knowing the flower they were meant to spend their life with…

is now a treasured memory.

Moved to a garden in their heart…where other flower memories grow…

to be bathed by showers of their tears …and nourished by their laughter’s glow.

And for that remaining flower…not a day will pass…

when they don’t tell all the other flowers in the world….

to please enjoy life while it lasts.

For they know even if it only lasts a little while…

from the depths of the deepest ocean…to the land…and to the moon and stars above…

Nothing is as precious or as cherished…or as beautiful…

as a little flower love.

On days when sadness fills my heart…when the world outside seems so hard

I like take a walk around our neighborhood and look for flowers in the yards.

No matter how much misery in the world I see…

no matter how much hopelessness and despair abound…

flowers help remind me there is still beauty to be found….

Flowers remind me to stay optimistic everywhere I go…

because everyone who plants a flower holds the hope that it will grow

When is see in a garden how the different colors blend

flowers helps me visualize a world in which discrimination and prejudice will end.

And as flowers beautify the Earth…and bring the world a little harmony…

It’s inevitable some of that beauty and harmony will find their way to me.

When I think of the difficult road ahead and am at a loss at how to proceed…

flowers are there to remind me…they started out as but a seed.

After all…look at all a flower endures…through rain and sleet and even snow

and still, somehow, in Spring and Summer that little seedling grows…

I always feel a little better after my walk around our neighborhood 

no matter what troubles in the world are brewing… 

because in the flowers I find comfort knowing….

what one seed is capable of doing.

Yes, I see each flower that’s been planted as a miracle

who’s destiny is predefined…

and in every flower I discover… 

I see hope for humankind.

I am grateful for flowers…

how they always remind me…

that for everyone I meet in life

to make room…

because a flower 

does not think of competing with

exploiting  

or hurting the flower next to it…

all a flower does…

is bloom.

May we be blessed to understand how our mind…with all it’s power…

when we stop to think about it…is similar to a flower.

because minds and flowers…both need to be unfurled…

and both are 

at their most beautiful…when they are open to the world

Today I’m grateful for being privy to the wisdom of the Native Nations 

who many years ago were known to say:

All the flowers of all the tomorrows

are in the seeds we sow today

I am not a botanist…never had the brain-power or the skill

but that has never stopped me from loving flowers…and it never will.

After years of hiking thought forests…over mountains…

across valleys…up and down hills

I can identify a rose, a sunflower, a daisy…a poppy and a daffodil.

And from walking around yards and gardens 

after a rain or under a sky so blue

I’ve come to know a dahlia, a carnation…a rose and a dandelion too.

One thing I have learned as I’ve come to know each flower by name

is that no two daisies, not two sunflowers…no two roses are the same.

If you look closely at the flowers…as in the morning breeze they sway

you quickly notice each flower, though still beautiful…is unique in its own way.

The more you notice the uniqueness of each flower…the more you are elated

because along the way you’ve discovered this is the way all flowers are created.

And you come to understand flowers are to be enjoyed two ways

as they bask in the noonday sun…

to be loved as an entire group…and for the uniqueness of each one. 

Which is why I often find myself in a filed of flowers praying for the day

we humans…also flowers of creation…will be viewed in the same way.

As I say…I am not a botanist…nor an anthropologist…

never had the brain-power or the skill.

but that does not stop me from praying for this day to come…

and…it never will

May we all be blessed to think of ourselves more like a flower

than a woman or a man

living simply and beautifully every day

while blooming anywhere we can.