This text is part of my ongoing reflection on self-awareness, emotional patterns, and conscious growth.
Each winter on Ibiza quietly dissolves into color. This time of year always reminds me that blooming is not something we earn – it is something we allow.
With a Mediterranean climate, Ibiza holds many different seasons. Each month, different flowers pop up and shower the island in different colors. Last month, grass plumes were decorating the sides of the roads and it was such a lovely sight in mid-winter. Now, January is coming to an end, winter is slowly dying, and we are heading towards spring. “Yellow season” has begun.
The whole island is covered in green meadows and what looks like bouncy grass is actually wild clover. Never in my life have I seen so many clovers as I have seen here on the island. And during this time, they bloom in bright neon yellow.
From one day to the next, the fields turn from bouncy green into bright yellow fields of spring.
These flowers are very fragile and they seem to close when the sun is gone. They highlight the start of wildflower season and it is a delight. From now on, wildflowers will start to pop up in the most unexpected places. Rock roses are growing from the rocks and fragile poppies shine bright between the taller Spanish daisies.
All my life, I have been in awe of these wildflowers,
as they demonstrate the concept of resilience.
Something inside me hurts when I look at these precious gems, standing tall in harsh weather conditions, showing us that we need not a single reason to shine. Life is the occasion. And it got me thinking about something my sister said on the phone.
She told me the most important lesson our grandmother shared with her: when a relationship hits a brick wall, it’s time to make an effort… Instead of fighting back, you portray the energy you wish to attract. Instead of drying out, you shine like a wildflower. And it will turn things around. Always.
As I am contemplating this, I cannot help but notice that I have felt the power of flowers many times over. Flowers do not compete. Each and every flower just shines, on its own. They do not need our approval, they simply make the most of life, driven by sunlight and rain.
And here on Ibiza, we are reminded of how fragile and beautiful life can be at the same time.
The same goes for people. Online you can read many articles about sensitive people and how they did not lose their softness through their traumas.
Sensitive people are like wildflowers.
Like a lotus, they grow from the mud. Like a poppy rising from a building site, these sensitive people shine even when they themselves are still trying to construct their own happiness.
I noticed that it is the exact place where my pain is coming from when watching a wildflower.
I feel for them, because I can relate to them.
Their beauty pierces through my soul to remind me that I do not need a reason to shine. That it is all for me. Free for other people to enjoy, but initially, all for me.
And it highlights a related problem very accurately as well.
As we all know, you cannot pick a wildflower.
You cannot pick a poppy and put it in a vase. It will die sooner rather than later. The same goes for sensitive people. Often they feel depleted of their energy. And here I am thinking that maybe some other person tried to pick them and put them in a vase. Some other person, wanted their precious energy. But immediately after picking, it dies.
So the next time you see a wildflower, enjoy its sight without making it your own. Use its bloom as an inspiration to bloom yourself. Recognize that we all have the ability to shine and we do not have to wait for anyone. Like my grandmother said, I choose to shine – and I trust that life will shine back.
This text is an open reflection.
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