I took this photo at Sifton Bog in London, Ontario on a Spring day. The sun was up and the bog was full of fallen leaves. Decay was everywhere along with the shadows and the light.

Amongst the decay were sprouts of growth and flowers ready to bloom. Their colour was a shimmering promise in the blandness of a Spring just coming to life.

That's how I feel sometimes. The blah takes over me, my colours become muted and I am withering in a bog of my own making sinking slowly below the surface. And then suddenly I have an ah-hah moment, a burst of energy, a new thought and I can feel myself pushing through the decay of my old musings bursting forth with change. The decay is still there but now a blooming flower is demanding the attention. The decay becomes the nourishment needed for those new thoughts to continue growing and sustain the change.

When I let the light in I can see how the beauty of the decay becomes the perfect surrounding for the new growth. My new thoughts aren't new at all, they are the thoughts ready to emerge and burst forth. They have been there all along in different forms waiting for their chance to grow surrounded by the loving nourishment of a life lived.

My wish for you: May you let your flowers bloom today sustained by the very nourishment of your life lived fully and may you spread your blooms of loving kindness to all you meet.