On the verge of summer, crisp air and colorful bursts of wildflowers greeted us in Yosemite.
Wildflowers like these purple lupines. They seemed to poke out of every crack in soil, so decisively and abundantly.
As I paused to take in field after field of these lupines, I was reminded of the unrelenting rhythms of nature. These wildflowers bloom when it’s time and also fade when it’s time, gearing up for their next “time.”
I imagined how we humans could bloom over and over again, if we didn’t limit ourselves with our fears, conditioning and negative thoughts. If we all took leaps of faith to move forward and work towards helping ourselves and each other thrive. If we all had this mindset that we could all flourish in life, then we could make strides towards justice and equality for all.
Like here, it was the purple lupines’ time to shine, under the soft glow of the late afternoon’s sun.
And they danced and dazzled, flaunting their tower of petals.
Na semana que se comemora o dia do montanhista o tbt não poderia deixar de ser no alto das montanhas desse país que roubou meu coração, que eu amo e penso todos os dias. Que saudade que lugar. Me tornei Inka de tanto que amei esse país! Te extraño!