Show Me.

Sometimes when I’m stressed or tired or a combination of both which was how I was feeling today I’ll ask the Universe either silently or aloud to show me Her beauty. And She never fails. As I was unlocking my bike today after a busy day at work—stressed and tired, as aforementioned, but also really sweaty—I spoke those words allowed; I threw them out as an exhale as if it were as natural as breathing. And it is if we allow it. Then I looked to my side and saw this flower looking back at me. Its edges withered from the late summer’s sun but the center still bursting forth full of life and ready to recede into another long winter’s hibernation. It’s all right in front of us, and we are part of it.