“Bring me then the plant that points to those bright Lucidites swirling up from the earth, And life itself exhaling that central breath! Bring me the sunflower crazed with the love of light”
I think Sunflowers are nature’s sunshine. They bring forth a gasp of joy to see them soaring over the pruned and the trimmed.
When I look at them I do get crazed, not just for their long-standing love of light, but for my very own love of LIFE.
If sunflowers were like daisies, I would count the petals on each one and give thanks for every love I hold in my heart.
Kinda like this…..
I love the sun…..watching it rise……watching it set. All the colors, a brilliant painting in the sky, every morning, and every night. The colors display violent orange endings, and bright pink new beginnings. There is hope, because the sun says….I am one true thing. I will rise every day. And even on cloudy days, I will be waiting for the storm to pass.
I love the feel of the wind whipping up from the shore. My face presses against it and my hair wraps around it. It makes me feel refreshed and revived. The wind knows no boundaries, it only wants to soar. I want to soar with it, and rise up, high above in wild abandon.
I love the first sip of coffee in the morning. The warmth that travels down and settles deep. A constant comfort I can count on to begin my day. It lifts me up and holds me tight. It is my first hug every morning from the inside out.
I love the feel of soft fluffy fur. The grunting sounds of puppy sleep. The happy prances of uncontainable happiness – at dinner, at greetings, or at anything really. Their fuzzy cuddles at night, and their constant adoration, so full of loyalty, and gratefulness. It is unchanging. If I had my dog’s life, I would know every secret of the soul – simplicity in action.
I love holding hands as I fall asleep at night. The touch of a loved one that says…..I am here. Hold onto me. Never let go, just rest. I slumber into sweet sleep knowing……I am safe……I am loved.
I love the beauty of nature. God’s touch in a gorgeous canvas of color and light. A landscape of wonder and design. The careful work of the pollinating bee. The curve of the flower’s lovely stem. The ripple of newness made from oldness, in a way that continues on, and on – just like life, and just like love.
Don’t forget to count your loves, even if you don’t have a sunflower.
Photos by Angelia. Taken at Veterans Park in Arlington, Tx. If you like the photos…please like my Photography page.