EVEN WHEN THE SUN HIDES🌻

I keep thinking about sunflowers,

how effortlessly they know where the sun is.

Always turning.

Always reaching.

No matter the wind, no matter the clouds.

It hit me, 

love is a lot like that, in whatever form it takes.

Support, encouragement, someone simply showing up for you, that’s sunlight.

We are the sunflowers, and we crave for sunlight.

It can be in the form of a smile, a quiet word, a little patience, tiny sparks of light 

that make someone stand taller, stretch farther, feel seen, feel like we matter.

Like sunflowers, we grow stronger when we receive that warmth.

And here’s what’s even more beautiful

a sunflower never apologizes for needing sunlight.

It opens.

It unfolds its petals.

It reaches boldly for what it needs.

Maybe we should do the same,

Opening up about what’s bothering us, 

unfolding our flaws and insecurities, 

asking for the sunlight we need to overcome that 

to breathe a little more easily.

Love, the patient kind, 

the quiet kind, 

the gentle “I’m here, I see you” kind that’s the sun.

It lets us bend without breaking.

It steadies our roots.

It strengthens us in storms.

It reminds us that growth is slow, messy, and still beautiful.

But here’s the part about sunflowers that stays with me:

When the sun disappears, 

when clouds hide the light, 

sunflowers turn toward each other.

They share warmth.

They hold each other up until the sky clears again.

And aren’t we the same?

Sometimes we drift away from our true source, 

from the universe, from the divine light that has always been ours.

Not because the light is gone, 

but because sorrow and circumstance pass between us and the sun, 

like clouds moving

between sunflowers and sunlight.

In those moments, we need someone

someone like another sunflower

to face us, to remind us of the warmth we forgot, 

to let us feel the love that was never really gone.

Sometimes the sun feels lost.

The world grows dim.

The sky feels heavy.

But the truth is, 

the sun never leaves.

It’s always there steady, constant, quietly burning behind the clouds.

Maybe that’s what our people do for us.

When our own sky fills with storms, 

We need someone who can whisper: the light still exists.

It was never gone, only hidden.

The sun was always there.

We just needed someone to turn us gently back toward it.

Even when clouds hide the sun, 

love and light guide us back to each other, 

and to the divine within.

— Raman