I saw the first wildflower of spring in our woods this afternoon.
A beautiful yellow trout lily peeking out from its nest of dried autumn leaves.
I pondered purpose.
Did you ever spend hours, days, months, years thinking about your purpose in life? What the heck you were supposed to be doing on this blue and green spinning planet? What marvels, what good deeds, what acts of kindness? What job, what home? What spinning and toiling and creating and helping and making a difference?
Today I knelt beside the trout lily and thought of purpose once again.
What if our purpose is merely to bloom in our shining beauty in our rainbow colors? What if our primary purpose is our being and not our doing?
What if we’re all simply reflecting our multi-hued selves like a flower, like a brook in the woods, like a stone, like a hummingbird?
What if what we are is enough? Might our burden feel lighter?
Simply to be.
What do you think about your purpose here on earth, dear blooming flower?