Be a rebel...

Sometimes when I’m hurting, it helps to stop, notice, even put my hand on my cheek, breathe, pause and offer kindness to the  pain. Breathe in, breathe out. Soothing breaths. Breaths that say, “Even if no one else sees, I do. I see where you’re hurting.” 

Breath can be a form of comfort. I am safe. I am seen. 

For me this is what prayer does. It’s a pause. An invitation to connect. To know that our Divine Mother sees me, senses me and will soothe me if I allow myself to receive Her gift of Never-Ending Love.

I like to think of Liva, our firefly as a messenger for the Divine Mother. Liva shows up, with kindness and light. “Hey! I see you!”

She also reminds, encourages, nudges MissyAnn to look around for Grace. It’s here, it’s being sent to us, everyday, in big ways and little ways… a song lyric in the grocery store that seems written to my heart… a flower petal in my path… my kitty showing up when I need a little extra TLC.  A stranger who smiles. 

And here’s the rebel part… which is one reason I love wild flowers. It’s rebellious to make it a policy for one’s self to look for wild flowers, to look for grace, to believe in miracles and to see goodness. 

This is not ignoring our pain or giving into pain… it’s offering kindness, compassion, asking for help… all essential steps to being human and tender… AND continuing to seek ways to reach for hope and light. A Wild FloweRebel!

This is what wild flowers do. They keep blooming. 

Go team!

Wishing you moments of beauty & grace,

Kathleen