I learned recently that plants that are happy will bloom flowers.  There’s a plant called a happy plant. It is happy in the dark, happy in the light, thrives anywhere and everywhere.  This plant blooms yellow flowers when it is particularly happy, requires water, yet not an obscene amount. It makes me think of humans that are like this.  Thriving, resilient humans. But also makes me realize there is a big difference between enduring, being content, and always being happy.  Unrealistic expectations of emotional human beings.  

I used to think that being emotional was a weakness, a window to one’s soul allowing scariness to seep in, shrinking a person smaller and smaller.  As if their heart and their mind were somehow broken and misshapen for allowing scary-sad messes to penetrate their eyes.  

I believe that a lot of humans have similar qualities to plants.  Pruning, plucking, weeding, tending. Care of a living thing for all it needs.  Blooming yellow flowers is something I see in people, when they are happy, that is.  Sprouting and springing from smiles and toes. And just like a flower is picked, sent to someone’s kitchen to brighten up their space, so are the flowers of humans, launched at people who need brightness in their hearts.