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Only by coming together in a coordinated, global response will we meet the unprecedented magnitude of the challenges we face.
—His Holiness the Dalai Lama
I was touched by a story in The New York Times about Tanisha Brunson-Malone, 41, a forensic technician at a New Jersey university medical center, who bought yellow daffodils at a flower exchange to put on top of each white body bag in a trailer. The fresh smells of the flowers passed through the most secure masks. When the flower shop manager found out what Tanisha was doing with all these daffodils, she started to cry and gave Tanisha a discount for her weekly order.
At the flower shop they speak of Tanisha as a hero, finding her amazing. The New York Times described her approaching the trailer, with a fresh printout of the names of the dead tucked under her arm: “She sees the flowers as but a small gesture for the people they mark. The one soul that actually gets to experience a moment’s pleasure in them is her own.” Tanisha’s “quiet touch of grace,” in yellow, deeply touches me. How utterly bittersweet, to bring Mother Nature’s beauty and dignity to people who have died without their families. Tanisha’s story is a small example of human selflessness and the healing power of flowers.
We can use flowers in our own healing as well. I find it profoundly soulful for one of my meditations to be of a single flower. There is something so specific and symbolic about one lovely flower’s bloom. The first rose just burst forward, hugging our picket fence, a harbinger of June’s pink explosion of beauty to savor all summer long.
My intention is to smell the roses. I’m watching the purple iris opening up, and soon the pink peony buds will burst forth to keep the roses company. The blue hydrangea will be showing her color in July. Every season has her traditional blooming times to anticipate. In May the fragrant lily of the valley came out for Peter’s and my anniversary. The pink and white lilac’s perfume added delight. Gardenias continue to blossom, and I’m tenderly caring for jasmine plants that are happy in my bedroom in front of a window facing the harbor.
I’m choosing the good as I continue to write. There is so much more to share. Just remember to take extra self-care. Whatever you do that adds to your feelings of satisfaction and hope, as you find new ways to maintain your happiness, is the wisest and best use of your time now. Take good care.
Love & Live Happy,
Every act of birth requires the courage to let go of something … let go eventually of all certainties, and to rely only upon one thing: … one's own creativity.