Lilly Pads

I love observing life, watching things move and grow. Each little corner of the world has something interesting to offer. On evening walks by the river, I have found myself mesmerized by these giant lilly pads reaching out of the water. Obviously, they didn't get the memo telling them to "stay low, blend in, go with the flow". Maybe they got tired of frog traffic and nibbling fish? Or, maybe when the waters receeded they had already adjusted to this new way of being and dared not come back down.

What does it mean to be flexible, yet fixed? What does adaptability look like in your life?