This is a Story about a flower… (If you wanna listen to the song “In the Summertime” by Mungo Jerry, as you read this story, I would not even be mad.)

Once there were some birds, and some bees. They were playing with some sunflowers one day, when a seed dropped from their grasps and planted itself right into the ground. Given a short amount of time the seed took on independence and was able to sprout. Now, this small sprout saw many storms. There were many times when the wind began to blow and the rains beat down upon this little sprout. The sprout would droop its leaves and almost completely topple over, but refused to give up. This little sprout decided at an early age that it was going to learn to dance in the rain. The storms would come and the little sprout would droop but was always pulled up by some brilliant light that encouraged it to keep on keeping on. Well this little sprout developed a bud and it became very heavy, but it pushed through. Somehow, it pushed through. The little bud began to develop into a beautiful sunflower. The inexplicable part about the whole thing was the flower had no idea of the beauty it held. It held power, faith, and… miraculous happiness. Even through the storms. Why was it, that the flower was not able to realize this? What would it take for the flower to see?…. Slowly but surely the flower began to discover the beauty. This whole time, it had not been able to see the big picture. When the flower turned to the gardener, she understood. The Gardener understood the beauty the whole time, but the flower would not have understood it well enough if she had not struggled through the mud and figured it out on her own. That in itself made her see the beauty the gardener blessed her with.

Today is a new book. You know how they say that there are new chapters that you start and finish as things come and go in your life? I would be blind completely if I didn’t say that today was not only a new chapter in my book. It is a BRAND NEW BOOK. I am currently chillin, takin a tub, drinking some tea, eating some grapes and blogging. I have a chocolate face mask on that turns my skin to the color I wish it was (but I can’t complain) and truly smells like chocolate. I am trying to decide how to explain today and this is what I have come up with…

It is impossible.

No words could explain today well enough. Today is a Gift. The universe was well aware of me today. I ate at the most incredible place in DC called Chop’t (an insanely brilliant salad shop) and everything about the store was…. Fresh. It connected to my soul. Like picking up an unread book and adding your own wear and tear to it as you explore its pages. Today is beautiful. My soul sees it. I am not even close to stating that today is strictly easy. It is not. That is the beauty of it. There are very humbling emotions creating inside my soul today. They are fresh and the preface of my new book. This is Joy. This is life. I am so blessed. Angels danced with me today probably. My soul feels open and free to create, explore, love, live…dance and FLY. I have a dance inside of me that my soul is ready to express. This new book is a story about that brilliant dance.

“That in itself made her see the beauty the gardener blessed her with.”