When my dad died a couple of years ago the lovely ladies at my work gave me an oriental lily – a beautiful flower if you’re lucky enough to keep it alive.
It was a beautiful gesture certainly a lovely gift however for someone like me who is a black thumb gardener the pressure of keeping this thing alive was overwhelming because this plant was not only beautiful but it had meaning as well.
True to my gardening ability within 6 months the plant was dead.
First I smothered the poor thing with appreciation. Then I started to panic as its health deteriorated. So I moved it around a few times to various places in the house and slowly realised I was losing it. I gave up and by stuck it outside where I used it to hide the spare key.
Now it was just a pot with dirt.
We moved house in December only two days before Christmas – we now live above my new Health & Fitness Studio and I was just about to jump into the car after packing the final load and noticed the poor old pot with some weedy greens of neglect still near the front fence. I almost left it behind when a stab of guilt reminded me it was a gift so I ran over and grabbed the pot and it’s weedy friends.
When I got to my new home I stuck it out on the front veranda and forgot about it.
Two days ago I went out there to chase a cool breeze after a scorcher and I could not believe my eyes.
Here was this amazingly beautiful flower bursting from this sad looking bit of greenery from the old black pot that I had left for dead.
My eyes welled up at how beautiful it looked.
It’s not like I had never seen a flower before but more because of what this flower stood for.
Here is this amazing flower, which just opened as a flower is meant to.
After everything I had put it through it just produced its brilliance because that’s what it does.
After smothering it with attention,
Overwhelming it with expectations
Controlling its every move
Questioning its ability
Abusing it when things didn’t go according to MY plan
Piling on some guilt trips
Abusing it and finally
The Lily just did what Lily’s do and flowered.
- No complaining
- No martyrdom
- No whoa is me
It overcame all of its adversary by just BEING a flower.
It’s only purpose in life is to BE
And through all of that it just DOES.
I look at that flower and I see that we are all capable of living through things that life throws at us because that IS our purpose our purpose is to LIVE and FEEL life as it is dished out.
Sometimes we can control things and many times we can’t but we are all capable of living through them – life is about working out how to deal with it as best we can and then become and allow ourselves to flower. The fragrance of this flower doesn’t have any flaws it just IS what it IS. The colours are it’s own and the look is unique to itself. It isn’t measuring itself against any other flower or saying I wish I was more beautiful it just is what it is and although the flower will no doubt fade and be gone forever.
It has fulfilled its purpose with all of its effort at the time it needed to.
Who would have thought a Lily could mean so much by simply being a flower.