We’re back from Spain and I can’t wait to update on the experiences I had, both good and . . . not so great. I’m debating how to share, day by day or by experience. While I recover from jet lag and get my pictures and thoughts more organized I wanted to share the simplest but among the most profound experience I had on our trip to the south of Spain.
Sunflowers are my favorite flower and driving through Andalusia there were thousands of sunflowers blanketing the earth in yellow all around us. Except for one sunflower field. Stopping to see a forgotten castle on the side of the road I saw a sunflower field that made me catch my breath. It was a field of sunflowers like the others we passed except this one was scorched by the sun, heads downwards, leaves gone, their little bodies turning brown instead of the brilliant yellow I love. Every last sunflower dead. Except one. One sunflower in a sea of thousands, still alive and bright, its head up and facing the world despite the odds. The moment gave me chills and left me with thoughts long after I left it. Small miracles, they exist everywhere we turn. I pray for sunflower miracles in my life and yours.