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Since my foot has healed, I’ve been able to start walking again. I’ve been walking almost everyday, and it has been good to finally be able to move around again. To be perfectly honest, these walks can often be emotionally uncomfortable, as somehow the physical movement seems to shake loose some uncomfortable thoughts that can too easily get pushed aside the rest of the day. I often cry during the walks. I often get really angry. But they are good, and I’m living in a beautiful place.
So, about that. The wildflowers we are known for around here (bluebonnets) in April-early May were not exactly stellar this year, thanks to a lack of rain. There hasn’t exactly been flood conditions since then, but there have been a few showers, and so the wildflowers that come after that time have been more robust. (Um, we think that wildflowers are REALLY important in this part of the world. Or maybe it’s just my family. Whatever. 🙂 )
The other day I was having one of my angsty walks and suddenly I was struck by the absolute beauty of the moment in the midst of my pain. The flowers planted in their drought-plagued soil seemed to be mirroring what I could be–more than surviving my own drought, but doing what I was meant to be doing in the face of harsh circumstances, and finding beauty there, as well. (I went back home and got my camera.)
This one really shows the dry ground beneath the blooms: