stirring thoughts from a traveler on a journey along life's trails and pathways... its valleys and mountains and oceans too, of simple joys and intricate weaves of adventure...thoughts of hope in the goodness of things and faith in a loving God...a way of seizing the day.
Friday, October 30, 2015
I love flowers. Others may not like flowers as gifts because flowers wilt and they start to die almost at the time they hand them to you. A sense impermanence and a bit impractical for the logical thinkers. But I love them nonetheless. They give me joy. Major celebrations in our lives there are flowers births, weddings, anniversaries, promotions and a classic expression of love at it simplest form. Many years ago I lived in a far off island where there are no flower shops and there are no gardens. At a time I least expected it, I received a few branches with a bunch of gumamelas. . Until now I can still remember that time in the islands an indelible memory that is still a source of joy. Thank you for the flowers!