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I remember it’s May Day. I remember making little paper baskets of colored paper and filling them with flowers for all my friends in my neighborhood. I remember running up to the front doors, leaving the baskets on the porch, ringing the bell and running off, hoping no one saw me.

And then my mind drifts. I’m thinking about how much flowers have always meant to me. Not an expensive bundle, but one flower. Flowers you pick as your walking. Flowers you hold to your face with you nose stuck in their faces, smelling them, lost in the moment…

…then I took another sip of my coffee. I surfed through all sorts of beautiful flowers until I saw the meadow at the feet of the mountains—perfect. I thought, now a quote. Then I told myself, no Erika, explain what the picture means to you.

So I wrote this little piece about challenge and beauty and how our dreams are filled with both. How when we dream, we’re also given every capability to reach them. Strong. Capable. Just a belief in ourselves that we’re worth it. The fight is worth it.

And then I think about my novel I’m editing right now, how my main character, a seventeen-year-old girl is born with an incredible gift to help heal the hurts inside of people. How she was born to teach them how to deal with pain and spread hope. It’s scary how her gift transforms her, and she runs from it in fear—something I think we all tend to do at times.

…and now I’m sitting here, my cup of coffee is done, I’m listening to my husband play something amazing on his guitar and I feel so happy. I’m ready! I’m ready to make my dreams come true and face challenge and fear with a few imaginary flowers in my hair. ;0)

How about you?

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