Rows upon rows of sunflowers, my Papa’s favorite. It seemed no matter which direction we turned we were welcomed with more sunflowers. We no longer needed to look at our watches to keep time, the sunflowers did it for us.
Sometimes in our little community we could lose where one of us ended and the other began. We, in some ways, just melted into each other.
The source of true wellness is so incredibly deep. Deep like the roots of a 100-year-old tree, deep like a well it’s self.