Take a Bow
When Life Admires Just the Tip(s) of the Story
A short, but sweet love-to-self story.
A flower gets admired for its petals, but never its roots and stems. A tree gets admired for its flowers and leaves, especially when they are changing (i.e. dying), but never its roots or trunk. The irony is: both petals and leaves are disposable, entirely temporary, and could never exist without the nutrition and support of what lies beneath in order to bloom, blossom, and leaf.
Few will ever know what it took and takes for you to bloom and blossom, for you to show up and show out with your colorful leaves. But trust that that pain and test of faith, that heartiness, resilience, and strength, is everything. And, when "they" are admiring just the tips - what may feel as if it's only a quarter of the story and only temporary - please tell your roots and trunk, those gorgeous, hard-earned branches of yours, to take a huge bow!
Source: Half Baked Harvest
What you did to get here is stunning, and I'm not referring to the beautiful of what's only external. I'm referring to all the times you thought you couldn't but did, all the times you were told no or can't, but carried on and made it happen anyway. All which you fought for and overcame, trusting that while they may tame your spirit, trim your leaves and pluck your flowers, no one could ever break your spirit, contest with the heartiness and sturdiness of your roots, trunk, and branches. And for that, please carry on, sweet warrior.
With love and blessings xx