Make a Wish

When I was small, I truly believed in the power of making wishes.

 

I believed that if you closed your eyes tight enough, and thought your wish hard enough, that blowing away all the dandelion seeds would make your wish come true. 

I don't remember what I wished for back then.

Only that I did so, frequently and often.

Now that I am grown, I still believe in the power of making wishes.

But I find myself making them less often;

and usually only in times of great want or fear. 

I think it's high time I get back to my earlier practice:

wish making with wild abandon.

Wish making with alacrity.

After all, if it did nothing else, the dandelions would certainly appreciate the help. 

Forest After Rain

The first thing that hits you is the colour: spring green. 

It is everywhere; all lit up and fragrant when wet. 

And then the droplets.

They remind you that everything, no matter how small, has a destiny.

Water is one of nature's most profound gifts. 

It replenishes, renews, and refreshes. 

It allows everything to move forward.

Wild as Flowers

It is  unreasonable to value one flower over another.

They all exist to be beautiful. And they all do this uniquely. 

Some have aquired more popularity. 

Some, more notariety. 

But none of them cease to blossom because they don't like their place in the world.

They are each full in their unique design.

And even when they turn back to seed they still find a way to be beautiful.

We are the same.

We are unique and wild as flowers.