Consider the flowers, the tiny flowers underfoot. Little tiny flowers. Why? Who thought of that?

Don’t be distracted by a perfect garden that may draw you off your path, but be moved by the beauty right under your toes.

Everything has been done before. I remind myself it’s not about being first or biggest or best.

The job of clover and thistle isn’t to be the centerpiece in a bouquet. Some tiny buds are even too small to weed, but a walk across a field or the woods without them would be lacking.

Not all of us can do great things but we can do small things with Great love.

— Mother Theresa

I meet with a lovely group of women who first got together over the book Art and Faith: A Theology of Making, by Makoto Fujimura, and have continued to meet faithfully as creatives.

In the presence of productive creators, who are also supportive awesome people, I do have to remind myself to give my small flowers.

Here’s one now…