Philosophia's Violet

I’ve always been an admirer of the wood violet. Her tiny petals beckoning the woods to once again embrace the new life spring has to offer. When only a few others have dared to peek their heads, the wood violet boldly stretches her limbs and announces to the world, “Awaken, arise, do not fear. No longer must you lie waiting in the barren darkness, no longer must you hide. The time has come for you to melt what is frozen, unshackle what holds you in, to reach upward and open the beauty that lies within.” She, in her unassuming, humble existence, so easily dismissed and trodden upon by those hurrying by, looks to her Creator and offers the world what it so longs, what it so needs...hope. Hope, that there is life when all seems dead. Hope, that there is more, more dreams to be fulfilled, more joys to come. Hope, that your existence is not in vain, that you have been created to, in your own unique way, bring life and beauty to the world around you.

And that is why I have chosen to call myself Philosophia’s Violet. I do not assume to know much of philosophy or theology or who’s who in politics or anything really. And I have not been much of a beacon of hope. I have spent a good portion of, if not all, my life waiting, hiding, not wanting to let go of the fears frozen inside, not wanting to share with the world the beauty God has created within. But like the tiny wood violet, I know I, as we all do in our own way, have something to share that the world so desperately needs. And so, I here humbly begin sharing my philosophies and thoughts on life, and love and anything else in-between. It is my prayer that I, and any other readers will glimpse the hope and the beauty that exists today.