Warm cup of coffee, the rain outside and staring and taking in the wet and grey beauty that is presented today. The shades of green are different in this weather, there is a sense of romance in the air that has a special type of warmth to it. The type where you feel comforted knowing you are safe from the elements. The type that opens your heart to prayer for those who aren’t as fortunate. The type that gets you pondering about your role in life and how you can help more and more people get their basic needs met. It’s the type of weather that allows for deeper breaths, longer pauses and a sense of stillness and quiet that amongst the movement, the sounds and the elements.
It’s amazing how much detail we miss on a daily basis, with each moment that you look out into the world you gain a new level of perspective. You notice details you had not noticed before, and that’s where the magic lives. The trees, they flourish in the rain, despite the messiness and the cold, they are drinking in the source of life that allows them to grow and become stronger. But I’ve noticed something interesting, and that is even on trees the branches, the trunk and the roots enjoy the water and the storm, but the blossoms can only survive the rain if it’s not pouring and or if it’s not too harsh.
This has got me thinking about the adversities we are faced with in our lives. When we are faced with hardships that feel impossible, our blossoms fall off and so we come to see and believe that we can’t withstand the storm. But what we are not paying attention to is our branches, our trunk and our roots. They are standing strong and growing amidst the adversity. The blossoms they come and go, they are seasonal and are not meant to last forever. But because we put so much of emphasis on their beauty and also because we identify the tree with the blossoms in an inseparable way, we get confused about what the tree is.
The blossoms are the fruits of the tree, they are not the tree. They’re not the purpose of the tree, nor the main existence. The tree’s existence is about a cycle of life, growing, letting go and then repeat. Trees are not bothered if they lose their blossoms, because there will always be another season. Oh how wise they are, so much can be learned from observing trees. They are full of stories, full of wisdom, full of beauty.
So, the hot cop of coffee, my words, my wonder and ponder we sit here looking out the window in awe. Of the rain feeding the trees, of the blossoms doing their best to survive the elements and of nature moving on exactly as it’s meant to.
Love Always,
M
Souloom™ 