While on a walk a few mornings ago, I came across some beautiful purple flowers. As I was standing there, admiring nature, lost in deep thought, I happened to look down and notice one red flower. It was the only one of its kind and it immediately grabbed my attention.   Bending down to get a closer look, I noticed it was in the center of a prickly green weed. Who would have thought that something so breath taking, could come out of that ugly, ordinary weed? My initial thought was to touch it, but everything about it screamed, “Don’t touch!” It was surrounded by tiny little stickers, which seemed to protect it.  The longer I stared at it, the more amazed I was.

This flower was so unlike the purple ones surrounding it. Although there were more of the purple flowers, pretty and luscious in color, the red one stood out. It was different and unique. It was exotic in every way. Even the texture of the bloom was unusual and feather like. The color of the red was vibrant and fierce. The white tendrils in the center only complimented the red, making it more appealing. It was gorgeous, and I was completely fascinated!

As I stood there in admiration, I began comparing people to these flowers. In my mind, the purple were much like extroverts. Everything about the purple flower was inviting and friendly. They all looked cheerful, approachable, and stayed close together, feeding off of one another’s presence. The red flower was much like an introvert. Heavily guarded, unapproachable, and stood far away from the other flowers.

I then began to realize the significance of the extrovert, to the introvert. Well, at least the ones who dare to notice the introvert. Introverts have an exterior much like the red flower. One must be careful when approaching. It takes time for us to open up and quite often, a lot of patience. We process everything inwardly. We will remain a weed, until the right flower comes along, allowing us to feel safe enough to share our inward beauty. This is only done by an inward connection.  Once the connection is made, we then allow you in our protective realm, and there you will remain.

We’re just waiting for the right flowers to come along. The ones who see our beauty, within the weed.

Nature is so facinating. Anne Frank once said ” Go outside amidst the simple beauty of nature and know that as long as places like this exist, there will be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances might be.”  I couldn’t agree more.

Enjoy your day,









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