I've been challenged by bobbie to think about what flower I'd be if I could be a flower. I keep going back and forth from a wildflower - any wildflower - to a gerbera daisy. I like to think of myself as a wildflower because, well, they're wild and I've always wanted to be wild. There were a few years back in my twenties where I probably was a wildflower, though in ways that were very unhealthy. I rather wanted to have the nerve to have purple hair and pierce things people at that time weren't piercing (but never my tongue! ouch!). I wanted to make wild art that noone understood but that I never could figure out how to make either. I wanted to dance and shout at inappropriate times like in the grocery store or sitting at my desk at work. My best friend could do this and I so loved and admired her for it, but I never could bring myself to do it. I guess I'm really more like a gerbera daisy these days. More controlled, yet brilliantly colorful and reaching toward the son. I want to stand out as a searcher and it seems that's what gerbera daisies do. They stand out and they search for the way up. So, I choose the gerbera daisy. They're delightful and fun and strong and tall. They look like they're laughing. I like that. But deep down inside I'm still a wildflower wannabe. What flower are you?