[blockquote source=”Oscar Wilde”]“A flower blossoms for its own joy.”[/blockquote]

When I was a little girl, I actually thought sunflowers contained pieces of the sun – fractured bits that had splintered off and settled into the mighty flower’s gaze.

I suffered many a scraped knee trying to prove my theory – most certainly leading to my present aversion of practical mathematics.

Math never seems to factor in those little things that are so glaringly obvious…like how the Sunflower takes such simple pleasure from being just slightly outside of a little girl’s reach.

I suppose, at the time, and in my little girl way – I felt it was the closest that I might ever come to capturing the sun.

And so, each day I leapt and hopped – in desperate reach of that which couldn’t be ‘caught.’

I could have sworn once that I actually caught one smiling down to me, as if to say,

“Not yet, my love – but, in time, you may.”

Oh, and, they were right to do so – to keep their secrets safely tucked away….as sometimes even the most tempting of mysteries must be revealed in a manner that highlights its significance.

If only knew then, what I know now…that the sunshine has been within me, all along.

Much love, my dears ~ and may we always have the boldness each day, to face the sun in our very own way.