well it officially feels like summer in southern ohio.
the mornings are cool and crisp and they slowly melt into warm and muggy afternoons. the children smell like sweet sweat and fruity popsicles. the freckles begin to pop on my shoulders and cheeks and my feet are perpetually bare. perhaps my favorite thing about this change of season is the way the ground thaws out and things turn green and lush again. it's almost as if we are reborn when the weather gets warm. since i was a little girl i've always loved wildflowers. i love the way they grow, sporadically and unencumbered. there is no rhyme or reason to them. their nature cannot be reduced to any rhythm or pattern. they are wild, in every sense of the word. when it comes to my life, i've always been a rhythm kind of girl. i'm a planner. a list maker. a rule follower. i've spent my years trusting only things that are known and certain. i'm not a risk taker. i'm not brave. and i'm certainly not one to change my routines. at least not willingly. i think all of us fall in love with rhythms. we're wired to almost. we fall in love with the rhythms of conversations, heart beats, and patterns. we fall in love with people because of the way we fall in sync with them when we are well-matched. there are rhythms in families, friendships and romantic relationships alike. when i think about the people i love more than anything in this world, it's the people with whom i share rhythms. and yet. there are the wildflowers. the people in our lives who we love for reasons which make no sense at all. they follow no rules. make no patterns. defy all laws of order and reason. there are beautiful instances when our lives are wonderfully out of rhythm. seasons that are chaotic and untamed. i was considering this today as i picked some wildflowers and put them in a mason jar on my windowsill. i may be a control freak and an avid list maker but i can certainly appreciate the chaos and the beauty that come every once and a while, sometimes without any explanation at all. i like to believe that there is a wildflower somewhere inside of me. that there is a wildflower somewhere in all of us. and on these warm summer days, i hope to do a little digging to find out just where that wildflower may be. happy summer! and take a little time to consider the wildflowers in your life today. xo, ld
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