On September 11, 2012, I listened to horrors unfolding in the middle east. Embassies were destroyed, flags were burned and people were killed – not in one country – two, Libya and Egypt. (remember those people we recently helped to gain ‘freedom’?) I heard my country pulled their embassy out of Iran. Peaceful Canada? Why? History is repeating itself and I feel a hopelessness invade as I am powerless to stop it. I remember in the past when Iran attacked the USA Embassy and Canada, claiming they were Canadian citizens helped people escape – because the USA president wasn’t doing anything to help them. It was a time I was very proud of my country.
This is the reality of today’s problems. My heart was sad and a chill ran through my body. I felt a real, tangible fear.
In the evening, I heard a knock on the door. It was my neighbor. She had bouquets of flowers. She and her husband were going away for a few weeks and she brought my daughter and I her flowers – as they would be dead by the time she returned. It was a nice thoughtful gift – at a time I needed it.
If this is a sign – I have yet to figure out what it means. Thank you Mrs. Smith.
Have you ever wondered why children find the dandelion so beautiful they will give it to one of the people they love the most – their mother. All children do this. Yet, as we get older we see the dandelion as a pesky weed – not beautiful but annoying.
We teach children to destroy them. It can be a perfect example of how we change perception. It also teaches us that beauty is really in the eyes of the beholder.
As a child I enjoyed blowing those pieces of fluff into the winds as much as blowing bubbles.
Now, I see flowers as a wonderful creation for our pleasure. Most women enjoy receiving and giving flowers as a symbol of love. Different colors – in the roses – portray different things. White – purity; Yellow – friendship; Red – love; As an author of romance I have learned the various meanings of flowers and find it helpful in writing.
Flowers my son gave me for Mother’s Day. Tiger lilies – Saskatchewan’s (my birth place) flower. Did he know?
One of my favorite lines in a song is from George Strait’s ‘I saw God Today’ – a flower growing out of a crack in the concrete. I can relate so well to that line.
Wild flowers in the sunshine. A walk in the mountains.
Flowers blooming on my mock-cherry tree. The promises spring gives you.