A Gift for You - A Flower and A Poem

 

 

Flowers today are from a recent visit to Lan Su Chinese Gardens. This lotus was stunning.

 

How It Is

Over and Over we break

open, we break and

we break and we open.

For a while, we try to fix

the vessel - as if

to be broken is bad.

As if with glue and tape

and a steady hand we

might bring things to perfect

again. As if they were ever

perfect. As if to be broken is not

also perfect. As if to be open

is not the path toward joy.

The vase that's been shattered

and cracked will never

hold water. Eventually

it will leak. And at some

point, perhaps, we decide

that we're done with picking

our flowers anyway, and no

longer need a place to contain them.

We watch them grow just

as wildflowers do - unfenced, 

unmanaged, blossoming only

when they're ready - and mygod,

how beautiful they are amidst

the mounting pile of shards.

~Rosemary Wahtola Trommer

Japanese anemone were in full bloom in the garden,but they are also blooming in my garden at home.

As in the poem, a flower blooms only when it is ready to bloom. Do we likewise bloom when we are ready? And yes, there is a part of brokenness in life that allows the light to shine through the cracks and make us more beautiful. I think, for me, it is a hard lesson that I continue to learn.
 

Have a beautiful week, dear friends!