Allow Yourself to Bloom

She stood in the middle of the flower garden, holding a flower and gently caressing its petals. The flower shifted in shape and color in her hands. First purple, then lavender, deep blue, then red, orange, pink, and magenta. Her head was down and tilted as if she was deep in thought. The ever-changing flower in her hands represented options and changes. 

“My love,” God whispered to her soul, “you need not decide what type of flower you need to be, you simply must allow yourself to bloom.” 

She placed the flower gently on a small, round wooden table. The colors of the bloom continued to change. 

“God…” she started, then hesitated.  Folding her hands together, she took a deep breath. She closed her eyes, centered her energy, and focused on her heart. 

“God, tell me. Help me. Lead me. Love me,” she whispered from within her soul. 

A fairy flew up from behind her, circling around until they were face to face. 

“Hello, love!” the fairy shouted. Since she was so small, the fairy’s voice sounded like a high pitched squeak. “Ope,” the fairy said, “you need to be my size.” With a flick of her wrist, a cloud of sparkles and glitter surrounded the woman. When it cleared, she  emerged as a fairy. 

“Come, I want to show you something,” the fairy said, gesturing for her to follow. They flew through the flowers, dodging stems, soaring over leaves, dipping into puddles of dew, laughing and delighting in the beauty of the flowers as a forest, filling them with pure delight. 

They landed and rested on a stick, which relative to their size, was as massive as a tree trunk.

“Sometimes, you just need to change your perspective,” the fairy said with a mischievous grin. 

She snapped her fingers. Suddenly, they were giants. 

The fairy, now as a giant, took off running and motioned for the woman to follow after. They were so big, it looked like they were running on a ball but the ball was the Earth. 

They leapt over mountains, splashed through rivers as if they were the tiniest streams, and brushed away clouds by simply passing through them. 

The fairy snapped her fingers and they were back in the flower garden. 

God was sitting on a brown wooden desk, carved from the same tree as the branch where they had rested. He leaned on his hands resting at the edge of the desk and crossed his legs at the ankles. 

The fairy shrank back to her original size, circled once around God, then flew away, stopping to kiss the woman’s forehead. 

“Come, my love. Sit.” God gestured to a stump in front of him. 

As she moved forward to sit down, the stump transformed into a plush red velvet chair with ornate wood carvings. 

“Thank you,” she said. 

“My love, I have invited you here today to show you that you are worthy of a seat in my garden.” God paused to watch her reaction. “You do not believe it yet, I know.” 

He paused again and jumped off the desk and moved around to the other side where a chair appeared for him. Sitting down, he scooted closer to the desk, and as he did, a paper and pen appeared. 

The pen stood up and began writing on its own. The sound of scribbles from the ink pen dancing on the desk filled the air, overexaggerated and slightly comical.

“Love,” God said, “I invite you to not take your relationship with me too seriously. Open your heart, love. Let the light in. Let the love in. Let the joy in. Let laughter fill your soul. You are resisting. You are resisting all of it. You are resisting my love, the love I send you, and the love I surround you with.” Then, cupping his right hand to his mouth and in a whisper shout said to her, “Let the love in.”  

A small crack appeared in the armor around her heart allowing the most beautiful golden light to escape out. 

“Good,” God said, “it’s a start.” 

His warm, radiant smile sent a shockwave of divine energy through her that she felt in the deepest parts of her soul. 

“My love,” God said, standing from his chair and grasping the paper from the desk. “Our time is through for today, but I invite you to take this with you to remind you, you are capable of a higher love, a higher joy, and higher light. Go in peace, my love, go in peace.”  

God disappeared and she looked closely at the paper. I tread, “She stood in the middle of the flower garden holding a flower…”