Like your children, you look past the flaws to see the beauty in each rose. When I come upon a rose, I am drawn to the color and texture of the petals. I then see the ‘flaws’ or blemishes, if they even exist. It doesn’t matter because the overall beauty wins out.
‘Why the fascination
with this little, smiling,
pointy hatted, garden creation?’
I have this emerging distraction in the garden…too many things, too many doodads, too many busy things. Windmills, yard art, wind chimes, spinning crystal balls, bells, bird baths, statues amidst the flowers, trees, shrubs. Too many. Some were my Mom’s, my Aunt’s. Sentimentality and history keeps them anchored. But, I have added ‘stuff’. I need, I must, wean this gardener out of the clutter of sounds (too many competing sounds of chimes), out of peeling, painted concrete animals (I actually won’t have difficulties here).
Oh, but the one creations that I will not be able to remove are the Gnomes. Oh my no! No can do. Magical. Suggesting, no more than a suggestion, something to the garden that is tended to in my absence (wish they would weed now and then). I give it little depth of thought. Probably because I know it is fanciful, make believe. Yet, as an adult, there is this silliness of having these little pointed hatted, smiling creations greeting me as I enter the yard.
Hmmm? The older I get, the more I like to stay in touch with that last vestige of fantasy…helps with the grandchildren.
“The floures of Lavender picked from the knaps, I mean the blew part and not the husk, mixed with Cinnamon, Nutmeg and Cloves, mixed into a powder, and given to drinke in distilled water thereof, doth helpe the panting and passion of the heart…” John Gerard (Herball, 1597) (Oh, John, John, John!!?)
Have you noticed of late, the reaching out by others to spread the love? Perhaps it is the chaotic tempo of world affairs. It could be we realize part of us, as a culture, as an individual, is going numb with the overload of depressing events. Couple that with an inner sense that we are being played on many levels and we are reverting toward, digging back down toward basic truths and values.
One of those is reaching out to help those around you. I see a sincere sharing of positive energy. Not the flower child, glassy eyed mantras of the 60′s (yes I was alive then) but rather mature, seasoned, real love. Shared for the betterment of those we touch…for no other purpose than we know, now, at our core that we must do this at a one on one level to stay human, to stay at inner peace, to lift others near and far.
Person to person! No government, no media, no agendas for power, wealth or control. Simply spread the contagion of love. Thank you to the positive ones around me…bless you!