As above, so below.
As within, so without.
The garden knows. The soul remembers.
In the quiet corners of my yard, eight sunflowers began their journey. I planted them with care—not just seeds, but intentions. I watered them, watched them, whispered to them. And now, the first one has begun to bloom.
It is small. Gentle. But undeniable.
It rises not to be seen, but because it is time.
Just as it is time for many of us to rise—not to perform or impress, but to remember.
This bloom mirrors the soul’s awakening. The knowing that comes softly, before the full emergence. The truth that something deeper lives within and is ready to meet the sun.
It’s not about being the tallest. It’s not about being the first.
It’s about becoming.
Becoming who we are beneath the soil of experience.
Becoming who we always were before the forgetting.
Becoming what the Earth is asking us to be.
And so I watch her—the first to bloom.
And in her golden face, I see my own reflection.
And yours.
We are becoming.
With love,
Glenda
Drawn from the Divine
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