Being a woman; being a flower

So yesterday a friends sent me a post that talked about the following element within our culture:

“Your girl won’t come out and say this, but she wants to feel like arm candy sometimes”

Even though there is some truth to this statement, the phrasing and the lack of agency within women that this implies, made me cringe.

First, women don’t want to be arm candy. That term made me cringe. Women wish to be the flower in the room. This is a lesson I learned deeply while photographing flowers.

Simple walking amidst flowers brought me joy. It lifted my mood. Spending countless hours photographing and allowing their essence to seep into my soul reminded me of the power of simply being a beautiful woman in the room. The simple act of putting on a colorful dress that is flattering to my figure. To allowing myself to be a bright spot in the presence of others. Just like with flowers there are no words involved. No fiery action. No airy intellect. Just an element of grounded peace, elegance and softness.

I learned this lesson from flowers in a deep manner and it has helped me heal so immensely as a woman walking through a world that has gone mad. And the more I embody this quiet lesson of flowers the less I feel I must shout at the world that I am woman. The people who appreciate flowers will see it. It takes no words to communicate such a thing.

So, my advice to other woman who feel lost in this world that has gone mad, spent some time with flowers. Allow them to teach you how to embrace your own softness. Allow them to teach you how to cultivate the energy so much of the world is craving. Allow yourself some the quiet element that you are craving in a world that can be so loud.