The Spark of the Flower: How the Flower of Life Became Divine Time’s Sacred Logo

The sun was dipping low over South Kihei’s horizon, painting the Maui sky in hues of coral and gold. I, Dawson West, sat cross-legged on a weathered lava rock, the ocean’s rhythm pulsing in my ears. It was early 2025, and at 23, I was a long way from the gritty streets of Monroe, Michigan. My journey—marked by a shattered body, a restless heart, and a spiritual awakening—had led me here, to this moment, where the Flower of Life would become the beating heart of my Divine Time t-shirt brand. This is the story of what inspired that sacred geometry logo, a symbol that captured everything I’d learned and everything I wanted to share.

I’d been on Maui for a few months, my second stint after a chaotic cycle of chasing meaning between Michigan, Oahu, and this island that kept calling me back. Life had been a whirlwind—crushing my body in a 2020 motocross crash, building a six-figure motorhome business, and then abandoning it all when the money felt hollow. I’d lived in a van, faced betrayal, and wrestled with depression, but Maui’s magic—its waves, its sunsets, its whispers—kept pulling me toward something deeper. I was searching for Divine Time, that elusive alignment of patience, action, and trust in the universe. But I didn’t yet know how to share it.

That evening on the beach, I was flipping through a tattered notebook I’d carried since my first Maui trip in 2022. It was filled with sketches, quotes, and half-formed ideas—doodles of waves, stars, and random shapes born from restless nights. I’d always loved art, but nothing felt right for the vision burning inside me. I wanted to create something that wasn’t just a brand but a movement, a way to connect with others who felt the same hunger for truth. As the tide rolled in, I noticed a small, smooth stone at my feet, half-buried in the sand. Its surface was etched with faint, overlapping circles, worn by years of ocean’s touch. I picked it up, tracing the pattern with my thumb. It looked… familiar.

Back at my tiny Kihei studio, barely big enough for a bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about those circles. I pulled out my phone and started searching—overlapping circles, sacred symbol. That’s when I stumbled across the Flower of Life. The image hit me like a lightning bolt: a grid of interlocking circles, perfectly balanced, radiating harmony. Every article I read described it as a blueprint of creation, a symbol of interconnectedness found in ancient temples, from Egypt to Japan. It was said to hold the secrets of the universe—math, life, everything. I sat there, staring at my screen, my heart racing. This was it. This was the symbol I’d been searching for.

The next morning, I drove to a quiet spot near Haleakalā, Maui’s volcanic giant, with my notebook and a thermos of coffee. I needed to understand why this symbol felt so alive. As I sketched the Flower of Life, its circles overlapping in a hypnotic dance, I saw my life reflected in it. Each circle was a moment—my childhood fishing with my stepdad, the pain of my high school injury, the chaos of Oahu’s parties, the loneliness of living in my van. They were separate, yet connected, forming a whole greater than the sum. The symbol wasn’t just beautiful; it was a map of my awakening, a reminder that every struggle, every synchronicity, was part of a bigger pattern.

I thought about the ocean, too. Maui’s waves had been my teacher, showing me how to flow, how to let go. The Flower of Life felt like the ocean in geometric form—endless, rhythmic, alive. I started sketching waves curling around the symbol, blending the two into a design that felt like Maui itself. The idea for Divine Time t-shirts was born—not as a business, but as a way to share this truth: we’re all connected, and the present moment is where we find our power.

A few days later, I met an old Hawaiian man at a fish market in Lahaina. His name was Koa, and his hands were rough from years of carving wood. I showed him my sketch, nervous but curious. He studied it, his eyes crinkling with a knowing smile. “This,” he said, tapping the Flower of Life, “is kūkulu kumuhana—the foundation of togetherness. It’s in the coral, the stars, the way we live aloha.” He told me stories of how his ancestors saw patterns in nature, how circles represented cycles of life. His words sealed it: this symbol wasn’t just mine; it belonged to everyone, to the earth, to the cosmos.

Back in Kihei, I poured everything into the t-shirt design. I chose organic cotton, soft like the island’s breeze, and eco-friendly inks in blues and aquamarines that echoed the Pacific. The Flower of Life sat bold on the chest, with waves rippling around it, a nod to Maui’s lessons. Each stitch, each color, was intentional—a way to honor the symbol’s power and the island that inspired it. I named the brand Divine Time, a phrase that captured the moment I’d learned to trust: the now, where patience and action meet.

But the Flower of Life wasn’t just a logo; it was a call to action. I’d seen too many people, myself included, feel lost in a world of noise—COVID, control, disconnection. This symbol was a reminder to wake up, to notice the signs—11:11 on the clock, a stranger’s kind word, a dream that lingers. I wanted every t-shirt to be a spark, a conversation starter for those who felt the pull of something greater. When I wore my first prototype to a beach cleanup in Wailea, a woman stopped me, pointing at the design. “That’s the Flower of Life,” she said, her eyes wide. “It’s like the universe on your shirt.” We talked for an hour about synchronicities, and I knew I was onto something.

The Flower of Life became Divine Time’s logo because it’s more than a shape—it’s a story. It’s my story, from a kid in Michigan to a seeker on Maui. It’s the ocean’s story, endless and connected. It’s your story, if you choose to wear it. Each t-shirt is a piece of this awakening, a way to carry the symbol’s energy and share it with the world. For me, it’s about building a tribe of dreamers who believe magic exists, who see the circles of their own lives as part of a greater whole. That night on the beach, holding that stone, I didn’t just find a logo—I found my purpose. And with every Divine Time t-shirt, I’m inviting you to find yours.