Polaroid Daffodils, Please…

March 19th

Last week it was so exciting to see the new bulbs coming up in the yard, witnessing the promise of Spring again.  As mentioned in my previous post I have more images of those little lovelies here.

The ritual of checking the flowers each day, using my lens and recording it, has been filled with more insight, more surprises. As I review the images it appears that they are all about the same; green leaves and some greenish yellow buds that will soon break open.  

Ho hum, same thing day after day….

Patience is not one of my better virtues.  Add to this a dusting of snow on Thursday, maybe a half inch, and it just seemed like Winter was going to freeze the flowers, that Spring would not get here….at least not as fast as I think it should.  

I want Polaroid Daffodils, please. Instant, overnight blossoms, filling my yard, complete with a rainbow, and butterflies, and a balmy 72 degrees….

Isn’t this what we want in our spiritual lives? Rapid results. Read that self help book and be instantly changed and never ever go back to those habits we didn’t like.  Listen to a speaker giving great instructions on being a better person, and just like a New Year’s Resolution, make a promise to do this new thing, this new way of being.  

March 24th

Then Winter happens, or makes an extended visit. Life happens; we get discourage, we get angry, we feel lonely, we just can’t sustain the energy to make that Big Change. It feels like we are on a plateau. So often we give up at this stage, and ‘settle’ for what has always been.  

But there is a lesson in this week of waiting for flowers to bloom. Deep down in the bulb there is a flower, there is nourishment for that flower and those leaves, and there is the life giving water that keeps it going. From above there is the glorious sunlight, even on rainy days, that causes the plant to come up from the rich fertile soil almost like magic before our eyes. And it the perfect timing of the Creator, not our time, blossoms do come. 

Flowers need time. So do we.  

In perfect timing, the teacher appears when we, as students, are ready to learn. A familiar passage, once misunderstood, one day comes to us with deeper, clearer meaning. One day we look back on our lives and see for ourselves that we are changed, we think differently now, we relate to others in a new way.  And we learn that, just like a humble daffodil, we are beautiful inside and out, placed on this earth for a purpose.

Daffodil Report Part 1

This week, amid deadlines at work, the rush of getting a project finished for my boss, and the hectic pace that full time hours bring, I have been deliberate about one thing; watching the daffodils come up in our yard.  

This is by no means the first year I have watched them come up, because I have always lived where there are daffodils. Illinois, West Virginia, Ohio, Tennessee… the only difference has been how soon they come up. (Never soon enough for me!) The difference this year is that I’m watching them through my camera lens, capturing each day the same little group of bulbs in the flower bed, at the same time of day.  The image from today compared with that of four days ago really shows a difference, as if all at once the leaves are reaching higher toward the sky.

Almost fifteen years ago, when Mark and I were married, a wonderful group of friends helped with the reception at our wedding.  A couple of the gals went out somewhere that April and found a field of daffodils, plucked several dozen of them, and put them in vases on the tables at the reception. Maybe that is part of the reason why these flowers mean so much to me.  I’ll never forget that simple act, how beautiful the flowers were, how it added to the day of a new beginning for us.

If I try to look back to one, two, ten, or twenty years ago to see how I have grown, that is a different story. Have you ever thought of that? Where were you just ten years ago today? 

Were you working at the same job, or were you in the same relationship?  
Do you have the same hobbies you had then or have you moved on to something else? 
What habits or patterns of life have you kept, and why?  What was being formed in you that you recognize now?
One of the more important lessons I have learned is that each part of life has a purpose, plays a vital role in our being. And how we come to view our history (or herstory!) can make or break us. Accepting it for what it was and moving on is how I choose to view mine.  For what really matters today is today, now, this very moment, and how I choose to live in it.

Just as these lovely little bulbs will bloom and then die down, life will come and go.  We have our “seasons” of blooming, harvesting, wintering, and rebirth, too. I’m thankful that you come here and share this time of rebirth with me!  

Look for another Daffodil Report next Friday!

You have to start somewhere.

That’s me, telling myself that I just need to get this going.  I’m not perfect, therefore this blog does not have to be perfect, it just needs to reflect who I am and where I am on the journey.  So that is what you’ll find here.  Nothing fancy or earth shattering. Notes from me.

Each of us is on our own unique path. And along the way we all have moments that stand out, that make us who we are or change us in some way.  As I have become more aware, more present to the moment, I find that these  sacred times are more frequent.  Maybe, just maybe, if I get my stuff together I can share an image or a note about these little segments of my life.

That’s all. Just sharing. Opening my heart and letting you in, a little bit at a time.