|The flowers have been beautiful this year, and it has been my joy and my honor to be able to tend to gardens. The work is very life affirming. In the midst of a world filled with violence and heartbreak, there is still the garden. There are still plants dressed in vivid colors and perfumed with delightful aromas.
All the plants have to do is to exist. They bring joy, just because they exist.
And so do you. All you have to do to have value is to exist. You need do nothing more, just like those flowers, arrayed in their colorful finery.
|Maybe you formed pottery with your hands. Maybe you planted the flowers or carefully dug out the weeds.|
|Maybe you were looking forward to the visit of a frog. Not a prince. A frog. The frog is beautiful, too. It is vivid green. The frog, like the plants, brings joy just by its existence.|
|Maybe you were watching the cone flowers, as they attracted bees. Perhaps you weren’t afraid of the bees. Or maybe you were, but you were brave enough to watch the bees doing their bee dance around the cone flowers.|
|Maybe you were just walking, lost in thought, but you saw these flowers, which attract the eye, just because of their colors and their shapes.|
|Maybe you watered the plants or danced in the rain.|
|Maybe you got dressed up for the one you love most.|
|Maybe you offered help and support to someone who is shy.|
|Maybe you watched the sun rise and then set and the moon shine above the earth. Maybe you counted the stars in the sky, stopping only when you were mesmerized by the twinkling of just one star.|
|Maybe you arranged flowers into a colorful setting.|
|You are one of many bright lights in the world. Too many to count. And, if you try to count the bright lights in the world, you may stop when you become mesmerized by just one.|
|Thank you for reading my stories and for sharing your light with me.