Earth laughs in flowers.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson
It is a daunting wonder and a mighty perplexing dilemma our collective unhappiness truly is. After all, take the onset of Tañyi for example—leaves begin to turn from luscious greens to dry and brittle reds, browns, and golds right before Wenañi sets in with its harbingers of a beautiful; yet, chilling death. And even more so, Wehe-Éhimpé dawns with rains that beat the Earth as if the heavens continuously weep for Winter’s most recent dying. Yet, where is the sorrow in the raindrops? There exists none—for the warmth, the vibrancy, and the fragrant florals of Wēhē Piwa depended on the falling, dying and showering. Indeed, we must face our storms and rainy days in order for our flowers to rise from the gently tossed and heavily beaten soil to dance with sweet gaiety.
So in love with our now—with Him, and of course your divine hearts!