Bloom

   I am thinking about Spring flowers this morning and imagining a beautiful garden full of all the Spring flowers in their glory luminous in the morning sun. We used to have this garden in our town we could go to all Spring, Summer and Fall and it was acres of tall stately trees and pathways around exquisite gardens. Every season new flowers would be planted. We went there every week. My children loved it and it did all our souls so much good to be in the flowers. It eventually closed to our great sadness. I was thinking today though about flowers that have been planted in profusion. They are so beautiful, and they capture the eye, and yet they are all together and you do not usually notice one specific one. Think now on a rocky hillside or a sidewalk where your eye catches the flower that has grown from a seed that has been dropped accidentally. It seems like such a miracle! Yesterday I was out in our back yard and saw that on the top of our picnic table in between the cracks the most tiniest of blooms are growing. I am not sure what is taking root in that odd bit of soil that settled in the cracks of the wood but since it is there it is growing.
   Seeds grow where they are planted. Even if the conditions are not ideal they will do their absolute best. The soil around the flowers in the garden we used to visit was weeded and watered regularly so the flowers had their best chance at beauty. Their stems were strong, their leaves as broad as they could be and the colors brilliant. That is not always the case with flowers growing through a crack of pavement or a cliff face but USUALLY it IS the case. Flowers don't have much of a choice. Where they are planted, if they can, they grow and they grow brilliantly. This is not some new concept to me but I was thinking about it this morning before I got up.
   We are all planted somewhere. Sometimes we get to choose where we are planted and sometimes we do not. However we all do get to choose how we grow WHERE we are planted. I have often chosen not to grow well because I have felt like I did not know HOW to grow well or my growth was stunted by lack. Lack of many things in my mind. However I hope that as I am growing up that is changing. I hope I am feeling more strength and ability to bloom strong and brilliant exactly where I am planted. It sure is easier if the soil is perfect and conditions right but it is such a triumph when you are blooming at your most beautiful no matter what is happening around you. Some of us have not learned that. We are are stuck at seed level maybe and not letting ourselves spring up. Some of us have let ourselves wither and die and need to re plant. Then there are those who are just blooming ~ face to the sky, weathering the storms, soaking in the sunlight and the water and are just stunning. I am writing this to remind myself about my thought. I want to start blooming. This whole getting a bit more sleep, Spring in the air, sun on my face has made me WANT to stop struggling just to grow a tiny bit and has made me want to start blooming. I feel this way here and there and bloom for a while but then, well, it does not last ~ all thoughts I am thinking this beautiful Spring morning and need to remember.
Have a lovely weekend
Love Tansy