A flower’s bloom is a promise. That may or may not come true.
But hope springs eternal.
And tomorrow will possibly be better, no matter what sadness is in store for us today.
If grief is overwhelming, then maybe, if we are lucky, it will slowly fade as time passes.
Yet no one can be certain of that. Because grief makes no promises.
Grief Comes & Sits On Your Shoulder:
There is no timetable for grief. It comes and sits upon your shoulder, as you wake up tomorrow and then the next day.
Whatever causes your grief, it is your own personal feelings that respond to loss in your own way.
Loss is being deprived of that which you loved.
With each day that passes, the hope is that grief fades just a little bit. So that we can put one foot in front of the other and move forward.
From a flower’s blooms, I see the future unfolding. Springtime after winter.
Tree leaves form and takes shape; a time of resurgence and hope.
Nature wakes up the natural world. And wildlife begins to leave their winter nest.
The Color Of Life:
Green is the color of life. It is the color of balance and renewal.
Over time blooms become flowers.
“A flower does not use words to announce its arrival to the world; it just blooms.” ― Matshona Dhliwayo
Everything on earth has a time schedule all its own.
Time marches on.
Marching To Your Own Beat:
According to Henry David Thoreau, every person marches to the beat of a different drummer.
It means to follow your own path in your very own way.
“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.” – Henry David Thoreau (1854)
And so it goes.
A promise gives grounds for expectations. But it is not legally binding. Instead, it is a shadow of assurance.
That may or may not happen.
And so we wait for the bloom of a flower with expectation, never with certainty. We are not promised its appearance.
But we hope nevertheless that we will be there to witness the flower. As the sun shines upon it and it opens its petals in response.
Openness, like hands with palms facing up. An entreaty that is associated with truth, honesty, and openness.
A humble request.
Darkness replaces the rays of the sun.
Tomorrow will come, for those of us who are lucky. And nature’s patterns will begin yet again.
“Dusk had fallen,
While the sky was gray,
Red flowers bloomed,
And the yellow fade away,
Night was to fall,
But the sun had to stay,
Moon of fourteen,
For the lover had to pray,
Life gave up hope,
Yet the heart had to say,
Lover wrote a letter,
But the pigeon lost its way.”
― Neymat Khan
If I am fortunate, I will be here to greet you again tomorrow.
And then, just as nature dictates, there will hopefully be more flowers blooming in my garden.
Blooms that then fulfill their promises.