We are all different colored flowers in the same garden.
originally posted 1/20/2021
We are all different colored flowers in the same garden.
Let’s grow tall and paint the world together.
The soil from our Mother below and
The sun and rain from Father above and
The Gardener who mysteriously tends the rows
Will always help us stretch taller
And make our brilliance more vibrant
And help our seeds sprout each Spring.
Beneath daily life runs a quiet agreement among all living things, a shared participation in something older than language. In an animistic sense, the world is not a backdrop but a community of presences, each with its own rhythm of becoming. We are shaped by forces seen and unseen, rooted in a living earth that nourishes without preference. What we call individuality is not separation, but a distinct expression of the same pulse moving through everything.
To recognize this softens the sense of standing alone. The ground is not inert but listening; the sky not distant but responsive. Growth becomes less an act of force and more a relationship we enter. Support is not scarce. It moves through cycles, through unseen tending, through life itself quietly urging us toward fuller expression, even in stillness.
Our lives, then, are less about comparison and more about participation. Each of us carries a tone within a wider harmony, and that harmony depends on difference. When we grow as we are, rather than as we think we should be, we step into that living chorus, in conversation with the forces that sustain us.
This is my journey,
Nate Long “Owl”