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Watching, watering and wondering…

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Sometime back in the Spring, at least as far back as May, I planted some flower seeds in this pot.  I watched, I watered, I wondered.  Months later, no flowers!  Then one day something sprouted!  For sure it had to be the flowers, late bloomers like some people, were pushing their way to the light.  Conjuring metaphors for the human journey, being in the dark, blossoming on our unique individual schedules, reaching for the light, always the unknown, mysterious nature of life and death cycles.  Some would say they only looked like weeds.  Most likely an unwanted plant took over my innocent little seeds planted seemingly so long ago.  But I do not believe in weeds. I cringe when I hear that word.  Although I understand why one would choose one life form over another to cultivate a garden, I can still feel for the unwanted one being called a weed and losing it’s place in the rest of what gets categorized as beautiful and desirable and what does not.  Again the metaphors being conjured up and understood by me.  I continued to watch, to water and to wonder.  I can be very persistent in life.  The childlike part of me believing, believing, believing beyond a doubt that there is magic  everywhere, for everyone.  That the magic flower fairies will surely transform my precious few seeds into magnificent flowers for the neighbors to see. Green leaves grew taller and taller and taller.  No flowers.  Maybe the seeds got buried too deep by me or were carried downward by the passing rains into the pot as Spring ended and now Summer was coming to a close.  So many months.  Again I watched, I watered and wondered, having conversations in my head about all the possibilities of where my magical flowers were hiding, even talking to my husband about these scenarios as my wonderings become external, out loud.  It is now September. Fall really.  Most of the trees are getting that look of readiness to drop their leaves, to take a break from the growth, the reaching, the constant production, to rest for winter.  Most gardens are thinning out, sprinkler systems are awaiting their scheduled yearly blow out day so they can, as the trees and gardens, close their eyes for the winter. I hope you are like me.  I hope you still hear that young child in you, with total belief and knowing, that there are indeed magical flower fairies.  That the trees talk and it’s ok to listen.  That your heart is big and open and able to give and receive love.  That unexpected, magical, seemingly miraculous events are happening all the time, everywhere for everyone!  Everyone.  You can probably guess by now what happened? My flowers grew.  To begin to tell you how I felt that day when I opened my front door to, once again look for my magical flowers with that childlike belief and wonder, would be near impossible.  I checked on a regular basis to see if those “weeds” would show their true inner beauty to the outside world.  That day came, it came!  Somewhere deep inside of me in the place that is totally undistorted, I knew my flowers would come. I was excited with that pure, rainbow glasses feeling that I see in children, that I feel in myself, that I rarely see in adults.  I showed my husband the flowers and had a joy and elation that I wanted to share with the whole world, the entire universe.  I am so thankful for the journey I experienced watching, watering and wondering.  The gifts of awareness and life lessons those flowers offered me allowed me a deeper appreciation of all the mysteries of life.  The importance of believing, of nurturing the “weeds” in life, of seeing everything as purposeful and beautiful and possible. 

PPJ-(Peace Pirate Jules)

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