Every moment of the sun,So I turn towards You, to follow You my God.In simplicity, charity I follow. In simplicity, honesty I follow. In simplicity, fidelity I follow.
It got my attention, that song we sang in Church and school mass when I was younger. I could recite and sing in tune to this day. This is why I believe I love a sunflower. Because it is truth - the sunflower turns towards the sun, follows the sun, and the sun is created of course by God. And we all feel good in the sun, right?
When we first moved back to Alabama, I was so sad, leaving my friends in Bluffton (SC), and one day on the way home there was a field of sunflowers. I stopped, took a picture, and smiled...breathing in the beauty and the moment. It was amazing therapy and just what I needed. Those who know me best know that I love a flower...any flower, fresh and beautiful, I will take and love. But my favorite flower in the entire world is a sunflower. It honestly takes on a life of its own...it blooms, looks for the sun, if the sun is gone, it goes to sleep. Then it re-awakens and moves back toward the sun the next day. A bit of a re-birth I believe.
I recently read this about sunflowers:
Sunflowers symbolize adoration, loyalty and longevity. Much of the meaning of sunflowers stems from its namesake, the sun itself. These flowers are unique in that they have the ability to provide energy in the form of nourishment and vibrancy—attributes which mirror the sun and the energy provided by its heat and light.
More recent than not, I have needed sunshine in my life. When I see sunflowers at the Publix, in the farmer's market, or even on a random post or website, they make me smile. So I always have and will look for the sunflowers.
I encourage you to find your flower. Whether it be the amazing sunflower, or another one, make sure you know that it is yours and why. There is something to be said about a beautiful, live flower on your table, counter, or desk. Go and buy a bunch (or two) today...you will not regret it.
Cheers and love-
Nikole



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