A narrow 2 inch piece of paper, 3 loops form leaves and a straight line draws a stem. A gift given to me, from my 4 year old, he wanted nothing more than to get me through the stressfulness of another late day.
Curled edges around the worn out paper still speak the precious words that came with it, “don’t worry.” That was 12 years ago and the worn out flower, taped firmly on my mirror still speaks.
I live a well spent life. A poured out life, but the simplicity comes from the fact that I have learned how to live out of a life of essence. My heart is connected.
Complexity entered my life when I did not know who I was, when I was at a loss in my identity and my purpose. Always searching but never finding, disconnected because I didn’t know what I was searching for. Life has become effortless since I have found who I am and I am okay with my discovery.
My flower may not have a sweet smelling scent or soothing aroma. But it carries the popular message to “stop and smell the flowers,” it’s a reminder to all of us to stop rushing, to stop living Christmas before Thanksgiving, Valentine’s Day before New Year’s and Summer Vacation before Graduation. Time passes quickly and we can lose the wonderful moments of our lives.
My 4 year old is now sixteen, preparing to take his driver’s license, I’m happy I don’t have to say, “where did the time go.” I look at him and know I did not miss the moments and the minutes that led up to this day.
I stopped to embrace each day, connecting my heart and cherishing every minute. Each day was a gift from God and I watched it blossom and grow into a thing of beauty.