A Day for Dhalia

Once upon a time there was a little flower who was visited daily by a steady stream of bumblebees. This once pleasant encounter became increasingly bothersome to this delicate Dahlia and the flower requested that the bumblebees find another pollen pad by which to penetrate.

"Will I ever have a day of peace!", wondered the exotic flower. So, slowly she recoiled drawing her petals tightly up and around her stamen making it clear: "shop's CLOSED!"

Some time passed and eventually Dahlia grew restless all curled up to herself. No vibrant colored petals of which to put on display for the passersby. No sharing in the sweet aroma from all of the other garden's blooms settling upon her stem. And worst of all, no sweet bees to prepare for.
"What is my purpose if not to bring beauty to the world? What is my purpose if not to aid in the pollination of other flowers!" Quickly and hurriedly Dahlia let down her petals.

In an effort to run from that which was instinctively "flower-esque" she reconnected with her purpose. She let her petals down making herself once more exposed. And as each petal lowered, like the transforming brilliance of color on her petals, little Dhalia's attitude toward the everyday demands expected of her transformed. The once seemingly bothersome bees and the overly voyeristic passersby became opportunities for her to share her beauty. Afterall, the rainfall would eventually come providing her the time off from "showing off"!

In her reconnection with her purpose Dhalia lived out fully that which she was created for... she was home again.