In the middle of March mind you! I have been so preoccupied with life, grief, dad, grand-babes and chores that I had totally forgotten to look for the beautiful Christmas blooms this past December. And really, this little plant has always been so faithful to flower during the holidays.
Here she is in years past. Laden with blooms, dripping sweetness and beauty...
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So this year, she's 3 months late. Go figure! Perhaps our grieving spirits really knocked her for a loop this Christmas. But in the midst of it all I never even noticed. I consider it a blessing we're talking about a cactus here, because I don't think she got watered for weeks on end. Really, my house plants were not high on the priority list during the tumult and sorrow of losing mom.
But, today she blooms. There is Hope. Even for the dry, parched, barren places of the soul.
Beauty is there. Sometimes small, sometimes late. But struggling to be seen, to be felt, to be embraced.
And I know this little blossom was a gift to a tired heart this day...
It was a day spent with Dad, walking yet another first. Celebrating their 52nd Wedding Anniversary. Not at a fancy restaurant, nor a candlelit dinner at home. This anniversary was commemorated with a small yellow rose bouquet and quiet, shared memories at her columbarium...
We should take stock in Kleenex at this point in our journey. The grief is still heavy and ever present. I am learning anew how difficult and uncharted this road can be. We can laugh over shared memories and stories while lips are quivering and tears are falling. It is the nature of the beast.
And yet, this moment of beauty in my day.
Fiercely determined to bloom, delicate and lovely, despite an inner clock that is all out of whack!
Sometimes beauty comes late. Still a gift, delighting the heart. And know that it brings Hope. Always right on time...
May Beauty flood your soul this day. Perfect, Fierce and Lovely.
Resting in Grace, Jane
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