Divine Timing & Dandelion Dreams: A Rainy Day in Bloom

I left myself a note in my Google calendar today. Not one of those rigid “do-this-or-else” reminders, but a soft whisper to myself—“Create a blog.” No pressure, no timeline. Just a loving nudge from past me to now me, inviting joy in if it feels right. And you know what? It did feel right. Right on time. Divine time.

Lately I’ve been trying to move from survival to living. Really living. And these gentle prompts remind me to choose something for me—even on days when the sky weeps and the garden must wait. Especially on those days.

Today wasn’t what I planned. It was rainy and dreary, so gardening seemed out of the question. But then the universe tossed a little sparkle into the gray: a spontaneous trip out of the house, a sweet surprise at the dollar store—a soil and planter kit waiting just for me. Back home, seeds of joy were already nestled and waiting to be planted. Literally.

So I turned on my higher self playlist—my sacred soundtrack—and began planting sunflower dreams and marigold medicine under the back porch roof. And then, in perfect poetic timing, the rain eased up just as I finished watering. The earth and I—breathing in sync.

I wandered into the backyard, prepping the soil with thoughts of the garden Quintin and I will build together tomorrow. Pulled some Motherwort—harvested just before her thorns came in. Perfect for tea. Maybe even tonight’s salad. Nature providing, as she always does when we listen.

I noticed the weeds weren’t weeds at all. Dandelions danced, strawberries peeked out from the grass, and what I thought was overgrowth in my herb bed revealed itself as an entire field of forget-me-nots. My herb garden is blue, my dear. Sky-colored blessings in bloom.

And then—the rain came again. Soft but insistent. I grabbed the Motherwort and ran for cover, heart full, hands muddy.

Now here I sit, with the rain as my rhythm and this blog nudge glowing like a little candle from my past self. This is the flow I want to live in. No control. No fight. Just alignment and trust.

Because when we stop trying to force joy and instead let it bloom naturally, like dandelions in the grass… life stops being a struggle and starts being something else entirely.

Something beautiful.