While watering my plants, my eyes were drawn to this flower. I retrieved my camera so I could see. When the enlarged image appeared my smile likewise was enlarged. I pondered going back out and gifting the bloom more room to spread. And then the whisper… “A gentle image for when you feel the body not as perfect as others or the unfolding of your heart makes you feel tattered. Look not at the surrounding blooms of other moments or another’s journey. It is only this bloom, this moment and you that draws your attention. Is it not beautiful little one? Is it not beautiful?” A soft tear gave drink to my smile as I pondered the bloom’s beauty. Another drink gifted my smile, as I pondered Sweet Life, with even greater attention and awe, gazing upon me, surrounded by so many blooms, and whispering, “Is she not beautiful? Is she not beautiful?”