Dear Reader,

You are the daisies growing in the cracks of concrete, moss reclaiming abandoned buildings, wild buttercups in the meadow. What I mean is, you persist, no matter how many times work or school or family tells you that you can’t grow here. You can. You do. You grow anyway. 

Did you know that, every day, daisies choose themselves by opening at dawn and closing at dusk? They save themselves from the dew and cold, predators and fungi. You’re like this, too. You know when to rest and when to wake. You know what you feel in your gut. Listen to it, your body, this cosmic wisdom. Do whatever is necessary to bloom. 

And moss. Moss is ancient, older than trees, me and you. Moss broke volcanic rock to create life for itself where life otherwise was impossibly barren. Your voice is moss: ancient and wise, defensive of your well being. You create life that’s vibrant and green, soft to the touch yet sturdy, as you listen to the sound of whatever walls you must break to find the forest. 

And buttercups. They put down roots that are immune to mowing, roots that regenerate from fragments, roots that do not require fertilized soil to grow but simply need any place, anywhere, to turn their shimmering faces to the sun. You may feel broken. You may feel unseen. But those pieces still love you. They expand your horizon, under and below ground. Wherever you are, you attract the sun like a halo on your entire being. Light sees you, every golden petal. 

You can continue. You already are continuing. Remember this. The daisy of you, the moss of you, the buttercup of you. You make people stop and notice life, how it prevails, always. You prevail, always. Keep saving what’s yours: your life. Keep growing where you please, where you’re told there is no growth here. There is growth here. Look how much you’ve already made your world yours, look at all the ideas you have only to nurture to give rise to. 

There may be too much rain today or none at all. But you are made from the same independence as nature; you are nature, and you will make it. You’re already making it. Your life, the world, they’re beautiful because of you.

Love,

Resilience