There is not only an infectious love fever going around this time of year with Valentine Day on the horizon, but spring fever is in the air as well. They both involve one big symptom, LOVE, and with all the flu and viruses going around this is one feverish infection I don’t mind catching.
While the Valentine cards we get in the mail will come and go, the gardening magazines and seed catalog’s will give us something longer lasting to read through, plan with, and dream about. We could all use a few dreams of sunshine and warmer weather about now, don’t you agree?
It was my Dad who taught me the love of gardening, but it was a special friend who taught me how the love of gardening could be compared to friendship. In a card she sent me many years ago she wrote that, “Friends are like flowers in the garden of life.” She taught me that our friendships need the same care and nurturing that our gardens do if we want them to continue blooming.
Every year at this time I think of her as my garden magazine’s and seed catalogs come in the mail. It’s a time not only to plan my gardens, but also to check-in with how well I’ve been nurturing and tending my friendships.
Whether it’s the love of your honey, family, friends or the things you enjoy doing where there is love everything in life blossoms .
This is dedicated to you my dear friend…Denise.
I posted the other day about being a ward of the state when I lived in Philadelphia. As I mentioned it’s been 50 years since I ran away from Stenton Child Center. I was 15, and the year was 1968. The same year Martin Luther King was assassinated. I can remember to this this day the screams I heard from the supervisors, and the other black girls in my section. I was one of the few white girls living in a prominently black community. I knew little about him, but then I didn’t know much about anything that was going on in the world. I was too busy worrying about what was going on in my little world.
I won’t get into all I went through in this post. What I will say is that no white person could ever possible know what it’s like to be in a black person’s shoes. I did, however, know how it felt to be a minority among the black people. Eventually there was no color between us, we were all in there for the same reason, and that became our bond. So, for a short time we were living Dr. King’s dream of equality for all in our own little part of the world. Unfortunately, when he died the bond between us was severed again, and we went back to being black and white instead of just human beings.
People ask me all the time; how did you live through all that and turn out to be okay? Like Martin Luther King, I had a dream too, and believed in a God who said it was possible. But God never gives us anything we don’t have to work at. Whether it’s a young girl dreams or a strong man’s passion, nothing is handed to us without hard work and sacrifice. I don’t have to wonder if dreams come true. I am living proof that they do, but keeping that dream alive takes work too. Maybe if we all had a dream of better things instead of focusing on what divides us we’d see the one thing that makes us all the same…our humanity.
I had a dream last night that far off in the distance I could see open doors. Each one had a different level of light shining through them, one especially brighter than the rest. There wasn’t a question of which one I’d wanted to pass through, of course it was the one with the brightest shining light.
I was shown in the dream that each day I have the same opportunity to find my way to that same door and to walk through it freely, but how easy it is to get side tracked by my own thoughts and the things I put my attention on. Next thing I know I find myself on the other side of the wrong door and I wonder how the heck did that happen. Why do I keep doing the very thing I want to avoid? Why isn’t my faith strong enough to lead me in the right direction?
As dreams go hopping from one thing to another. I find myself thinking about how someone has irritated me. I see myself watching the news and how agitated I become. I play these scenarios out in my head wondering why people don’t see what I see? Then I find myself on the other side of the door of negativity. The reason there is still a light that shines from this door of negativity is because behind this door there are lessons to be learned, and the light beyond the lesson leads me back to the brighter doorway I can still reach once I learn to let go of that which holds me back.
If I want to walk through the brightest doorway, which I do, then I must practice the mindfulness I need to do it. Working on not being distracted by all the ugliness that stands in my way. Beginning each day remembering all I am grateful, because it is that that leads me in a positive direction. Walking across that shining bright threshold asking as I pass through what can I do today for the better good of all. This gives me the opportunity to do something productive to build upon. What will it be today? Another lesson on how negative thoughts hold me back or going toward the doorway that offers the brightest light in which I can see the possibility of all things through the eyes of God.
“If you wish the world to become loving and compassionate, become loving and compassionate yourself. If you wish to diminish fear in the world, diminish your own. These are the gifts that you can give.”-Gary Zukav
I had a dream and in it I saw a tall stool. It had a green and black shawl neatly folded on the seat, and on top of that was a crown. As I walked over ready to sit down. I heard a voice that said, “stop.”
“Why?” I asked.
And the voice said, “you may sit after you’ve giving first.”
“Given what?” I asked.”
“Anything and everything just make sure it comes from the heart. Then each time you give sit upon the high stool that you may see the difference your efforts have made. Wrap the shawl around you that you may feel in the comfort you’ve given others, and wear the crown of glory that represents the gift of your efforts.”
Once again I say if we want to see the change, we have to be the change first. That is the one thing we know we can do something about, ourselves. It’s all about the boomerang effect. What we put out there comes back to us. Give and you shall receive…that is the gift.
What does it take to accomplish our dreams?
Desire, is the want, but passion is the drive. Courage helps us take the first step. Belief in ourselves gives us the confidence to keep moving forward. Focus keeps our dream in view. Commitment helps us follow through, and perseverance pushes us through the difficulties. These are all the tools we take with us as we journey toward our dream. It is a work in progress that takes time. I call it my “on the job training.” I’ve learned when my goal starts getting out of whack, it’s usually because I’ve lost one of these tools along the way. Rethinking things through can be the difference between knowing and understanding. After all, knowledge that accomplishes true understanding creates wisdom which is the true master of all our hard earned work.