Just a few days ago, I cried over a teeny flower in the park. It was a moment of pure mindfulness and curiosity that I haven't felt in so long. A feeling that felt like it belonged in childhood. A moment when so much wonder was held in the simplicity of a little flower growing in the park. Such sweet joys, nature provides. For free!!
Reflecting now, I think it was simplicity itself that moved me. When life is so busy and full of big events, the true-blue savoring of a moment slows it all down. Even a small, tiny joy possesses it's own universe; I too, saw how I possessed my own universe. The smallness of this flower made my problems also seem small, similar to how I am one person to over 8 billion. Me and this tiny flower are both parts of the collective.
In this moment of mindfulness and belonging, I felt like a kid again. I felt like myself again.
I was experiencing transformation. It was surreal and exhilarating. A moment so moving that I cried each time I spoke of it. It brings me relief, peace, and hope. I wrote a poem about the flowers- my muses. These flowers truly inspired me to feel something I thought I had lost for good. Through seeing meaning and lessons right in front of me, this connection to nature, while being 100%, sober was my high.
Below is the poem.
And to anyone still thinking whether they should take a chance on themselves and their happiness: do it. Do it. Trust, let go of expectations, have fun, and do it.
From my heart,
Tiny Flower Friends
Tiny flowers make me giggle
I love their tiny little faces
Smiling back at me
I love their bright sweet colors
Their reds and blues and greens
Their sweet little smiles
The cutest that I’ve seen
I love these tiny flowers
My little teeny friends
They make me smile
My heart they softly mend
I hope you find yourself
Some teeny flower pals
let them cheer you up
With their cute tiny smiles
Cause even though they’re little
My goodness, they are sweet
They kiss the bottom of my toes
Gently tickling my feet
They have such great power
Even though they’re super small
The power to remember, I too, am small
As well as my problems all
They call this thing the present
This thing that they call "living"
Our gift is in love and light
Our gift is in the giving
Simple joys abundantly grow
Open your eyes to not miss
Take care of our sweet petal pals
Give your flower friends a kiss
Though these tiny flower friends
Are very unexpected
We all exist together
Here they are smiling
Up at you and me
To remind us that we’re infinite
And in this, we are free
2023 Copyright Savannah Rose Johnson of EclipseEvolutionLLC