Hello my friend,
I am so glad you're here.
Today I have a poem to share with you.
It's a poem I wrote about trusting that growth is happening within us even when we can't see evidence of it.
And it was inspired by a story I read years ago about a woman named Jean Bauer who planted one daffodil at a time every day in her backyard for 40 years.
And after those 40 years,
Her sloped yard was covered in daffodils every spring.
So when my big goals overwhelm me,
I remind myself of Jean Bauer and her field of daffodils.
And I remember what is possible when you take one small action every day.
I hope this poem speaks to you.
And if so,
I'd love to hear from you.
You can leave a comment on the app when the track is finished.
Right now,
I invite you to get comfortable in your seat.
And if you'd like,
Close your eyes.
We'll begin by taking three deep breaths together to fully arrive into this present moment.
So take some deep inhales through your nose and sigh it out your mouth.
Good.
Now two more just like that.
Deep inhale through the nose and exhale out the mouth.
Let it go.
Feel your shoulders drop your belly soften on that exhale.
One more together.
Deep inhale,
Filling your belly and chest.
And exhale,
Release and relax your body.
From this place of stillness.
Here is the poem titled Spring Daffodils.
A field of daffodils in different colors and varieties,
Each one planted as a bulb.
A small hole was dug in the ground,
And the bulb was laid inside and then covered by dirt.
And that is where it remained unnoticeable to anyone above ground.
But in the darkness,
Something extraordinary was happening.
Roots began to move into the earth below,
Anchoring the bulb in preparation for its journey ahead.
A lesson for us.
When darkness comes,
We anchor ourselves.
Then we grow toward the light,
Moving around obstacles that stand in our way,
Like rocks and larger root systems.
Until finally,
When the ground is ripe with warmth,
The green foliage pokes through the earth's crust.
And the boring green shoot one day gives rise to a bloom.
Vibrant in color,
Soft in its petals.
Food for insects.
Beauty for anyone who pays attention.
And for those that do,
The reward comes as joy bubbles and a warm wash of dopamine.
A calling card for sacred peace.
It's temporary,
But your cells hold the memory.
Each daffodil,
If you can imagine,
Was planted by one person,
One bulb at a time,
Until the fields were covered with their splendor.
A sight to behold,
And a testament to small daily acts.
