I try to journal at least 3-4 times a week as part of my new lifestyle of living with more intent. It’s a great way to release some of my emotions and get to the bottom of problems, create plans, express myself and know that I won’t be judged. My journal is usually private, but today I wanted to share with you a journal prompt I was given at group and the entry I wrote out.
If I were a flower, what would I be?
I want to say a small, vibrant flower, lost in a sea of other flowers just like me in a meadow atop a mountain. I’m free, dancing in the wind, lost in nature, hidden from the world except the few who wander and make it to the top of the mountain.
It sounds lovely; I think it is what I would like to be. However, I think I am different. My home isn’t a top a strong mountain. No, my life path takes me all sorts of directions.
I am a bright yellow flower, simple and beautiful. I grew on a vine full of other flowers and leaves but was popped off the stem. I plummet to the rocks below me on the mountainside that I grew on. I was scared and suddenly alone. I thought it was the end when I landed. But a strong gust of wind came, it swept me up. I didn’t have much of a choice other than to let go and let it take me where it may.
I fly through the air and find that I am climbing up, getting caught in the crosswinds that lift me higher and higher into the sky where I find myself atop a mountain. Water trickles from a glacier. I drift along the water. It’s slow and bumpy; I get stuck a lot at first. But soon the trickle of water becomes a stream, a creek, a river. I float down letting the water take me where it may.
Down the mountain, through trees, past rock and other meadows filled with beautiful flowers. I wish I could stop and be with them, these beautiful flowers who have had an easier life than I so far. Their life looks so peaceful and people may hike for hours and hours just to get a glimpse of them in their meadow. I want someone to hike just to see me, but they don’t. The momentum of the water flow doesn’t allow me to stop. I barely have enough time to notice the bear, eagle, and deer that I pass along the way, no people will even get a chance to glance my way before I am gone again.
On the plus side, I don’t wilt, not quickly at least. I stay strong because of the water around me gives me life. I attract other flowers along the way, we float side by side. Sometimes not making any contact and sometimes we attach and drift together for a while. I even have a seed or two land on my petals. I care for it, nurture it until it’s able to find a space to grow strong and live on its own.
Some thorns and sticks crash into me. I get smothered by a few leaves, branches…other flowers, and find that I slow down at times. But I don’t let these things hinder me for long. The water will keep me moving forward and eventually the debris will fall away on their own accord. Some of them even hit a snag and get pulled away, nearly pulling me along with it, but I persist.
Soon I stop struggling to get to shore to be with those other flowers in the meadows that seem to have a wonderful life. I realize I can float effortlessly and will keep going down my stream of life no matter what. My fear starts to subside. Sure, I run into obstacles sometimes, but I don’t let it stop me. I take each blockade I face with optimism; I know the current of the water will eventually pull me out if I am patient and persistent. The water encourages me to scoot, little by little until I can continue on my journey. I don’t know where I will end up. I hope I never stop.
I am floating down my river of life. I have no real direction and allow myself to go where I am needed. I am calm. I am beautiful. I am strong. I am happy.
Before You Go
Let me know what came up for you when yuo first read the prompt, and if you want to share a few words below of your entry that would be great! Remember, it doesn’t matter how many words you use, or if it is poetic or inspiring. You can label yourself as a Rose, kin of thorny but beautiful. Or a Daisy, you pop up and show your bright yellow colour everywhere. I always enjoy hearing about how other people see themselves as a flower. Until next time…