There are times we must speak. Even if we’re afraid, we must speak. We must say; this is wrong, this is broken, this is hurting me, this is hurting others. I don’t believe in this, I can’t accept this.
History has shown us that the repercussions of not speaking out, can be far worse than the fear we feel of speaking out.
Change doesn’t happen through silence, it happens by speaking our truth and challenging the lies, the liars and their brokenness.
Sometimes silence is beautiful, other times it’s loud, so loud it can shatter our freedoms, our way of life and crush our souls.
Those unspoken things, maybe we all need to stand up and speak them?
This sweet dream carried me away to a field of flowers, where I fell in awe of the tapestry of colour so brilliantly stitched together.
Floating above the field, I gazed down upon tall golden sunflowers, lupins exploding in hues of purple and blue, sunny daffodils and wild crocus all sharing the same soil and blooming side-by-side.
Crimson poppies, delicate white daisies and purple bachelor buttons, their stems splendidly entangled, grew freely, no fences, no boarders, just beautiful wide open space allowing their roots to stretch and grow.
Bees, butterflies, birds and bugs of every type, moved above, below and upon the tapestry all doing their part.
Rays of sunlight kissed each flower, and bounced off dew-drops, making everything sparkle. Tiny delightful buttercups dancing between it all, knit this rich bouquet of diverse colours, scents, sizes and varieties together.
How wonderfully all life here cooperated, grew, bloomed and thrived perfectly together, it was stunning.
Then a single dandelion, falling to seed at the end of her days, but still so beautiful, called to me and asked if I’d like to make a wish upon her, I did. I was moved that in her final moments of life, she still had something to offer, and she offered it to me.
As I continued to float above this kaleidoscope of grace and peacefulness, the flowers became us; me, you, my family, my neighbours, strangers and I knew this peaceful field was showing me, how life could be, how life should be.
Then, I drifted back to this world, and woke, with new hope and optimism for our own diverse, and colourful human garden.
~ Stare into a wild garden for a while and you’ll see how life could be.
This is your friendly reminder that, no matter how old you are, we all need time to play.
It’s through care-free playfulness that we exercising our curiosity, reduce stress, improve happiness, foster creativity, improve our relationships and cultivate a more positive, joyful, and resilient approach to life.
So, if you’ve been spending too much time on the couch, on your computer, in your office, or too much time worrying about the perils of life or world affairs, it might be time to exercise your curiosity and return to the unencumbered, worry-free, wilds of your youth and PLAY.
Our lives are an amazing and colourful adventure of, sunshine filled days, wild chaotic storms, days that are calm, days that are dull, days that are painful, days that are pleasant, and days that provide a bit of it all. No matter how dark the day has been, the sun stills comes up, the stars still shine, the ocean tides continue to roll in and out and, the wind continues to move the heaviest of clouds revealing blue skies. There is calm before every storm, There will be calm after every storm, Life carries on after every storm, and so shall you❤️.
If you can find Joy, calm, purpose, meaning and happiness doing ordinary things, like; planting a garden, painting a fence, washing the dishes, cooking a meal, folding laundry, raking leaves, cleaning your home, walking your dog,
The Whimsey Angel 