Flowers

I’m working in a new space today. Lots of things are shifting and I’ve been sitting in the quiet space between projects and planning. A song came up on the playlist I’ve got going in the background and I stopped to listen.

“I have witnessed funerals and wars
Worried mothers, empty shelves, and empty stores
The storms will rage and the winds will blow
You are gonna find out that you’re stronger than you know

And the time for flowers will come again
Maybe in one year, maybe in ten
There are days despair will win
But the time for flowers will come again.”

We just tilled and planted wildflowers in our garden at home. The dirt is still the most prevalent thing you see when you walk up the sidewalk. But what a hope it is to remember that seasons change, relationships come and go, growth spurts and slows, life moves on.

Even on the days when despair wins, the coming change is sure. Time for flowers will come again. It always has. And even on the darkest, shortest days… even on the longest hottest days… even when it seems most unlikely, it always will come again.

In the meantime, we can tend the gardens of our hearts, taking gentle care of who we are and all the people we have been to show up as we will be. If that’s work that’s been difficult for you, I’d love to work with you and empower you to find healthier patterns as you wait for the flowers to bloom again.

No matter who you are or where you are or what season you’re in…

Drop your shoulders.
Lower your tongue from the roof of your mouth.
Relax your eyebrows.
Take a deep breath.
And know you are loved.

💜💜💜