|Daffodils, yesterday evening during the rain|
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.