Looking through photos from our recent trip and found this one. The flower is no larger than a dime and the clovers cover the ground and fallen logs. It's pretty, delicate, and a representation of the variety of life that grows. Something as tiny as a dime grows right below a towering redwood tree. They grow in harmony and I think - as cheesy as it may be - is a metaphor for how we need to live. We have to accept that some will tower over others, but we need to continue to reach up for the light. Even when we have to stretch or go a few days with darkness, we have to keep reaching and growing. Even the tiniest plant can flower and find the light and be the light for things even smaller.
*migrated from a previous blog.