The Power of Yellow Flowers
A few weeks into quarantine and my stress levels were through the roof. My practice was closed, I was worried about my employees and trying to navigate the PPP loan with my accountant and banker, well, that would have to be an entire blog post of its own.
One day, Jason came outside to find me laying on the grass. It was early April and it was surprisingly beautiful and warm out. The SBA had changed the loan paperwork for the fifth or sixth time and, as there were limited funds and this “race against the clock to get your paperwork in” feeling, I was about to lose it. So, I went outside and laid in the grass.
“Are you OK baby?” Jason softly says with concern. From the ground, I say, “I am 92 percent sure I will eventually be OK. For now, I am just grounding myself.” Grounding is where you electrically reconnect yourself to the earth by touching your feet, palms or entire body (that would be me!) to the ground or grass. It is also called earthing. The first time I heard of it, I thought it was a out there, but I swear it works!
The next day, Jason came home with yellow flowers. He put them in a beautiful vase right on our center island. For a half a day, I didn’t even realize they were there. Poor guy had to eventually say, “did you see your flowers?” I pulled my head out of my Covid/PPP loan/worried fog for a half a second and looked at the them. They were beautiful and filled the room with joy.
I properly thanked Jason and really had a moment filled with gratitude for the good man he is and the amazing partnership I have with him. About a week later, the flowers were starting to wilt so I grabbed a new bundle of yellow flowers from the store. As I placed them in the vase, I said, “let’s keep yellow flowers in our house during this entire quarantine.”
And, we have. Every day since, yellow flowers of all kinds (sunflowers are my favorite!) have brightened up our kitchen and have stood as a reminder to sit in gratitude for all that we do have, even when we are going through challenging phases of life.
As I look in my kitchen now, the flowers we have are on their last leg.
Guess it is time to run to the store.