World of Flowers
If only we could stop to look, the world is filled with flowers. I've often thought our generation, the baby-boomer generation, has a certain acide, a certain discontentment with the way things are rather than the way we think they should be.
While I was employed in various offices in the function of an accountant, accounting manager, or bookkeeper, I found myself listening to a lot of griping about unimportant stuff amongst the women on my staff. I'm not really sure why. Maybe these same women had to keep their chins up and be upbeat and strong around their husbands and children, and in those moments of office confidences, it gave them a chance for a woman-gripe session that they never got at home!
Whatever. One thing I noticed that could cheer up my women friends in the office, instantly! --FLOWERS!
Whenever one lady got flowers, the whole office took on a much more cheerful outlook. All the ladies, myself included, were wreathed in smiles, even if the flowers weren't for me! And the whole office was just beautified by one boquet in a vase.
What a lovely thing, a very lovely thing, flowers are.
And that beauty is a gift of nature. God, if you will, or your higher power, or Allah, or the Master of the Universe, gave us flowers. They're all around us! And it is a pure gift. No strings attached.
If we stop and look, we'll find the world is filled with flowers. It really is true. And there we have something given us that's jaw-dropping in color and form, a natural work of art, just waiting for us to notice it and appreciate it. Just waiting for us to really, really SEE!
It's too easy to walk by all the flowers, mind-numbed by the daily grind, preoccupied with whatever the latest pesky upset that fills our minds. It's too easy to carry our work around with us, worrying at whatever work problems remained unresolved like a dog with a bone; just worrying at it pointlessly while we pass by all the flowers...
It's too easy for us to worry over our children, our health problems, our school, and just forget all about the beauty of God's creation which surrounds us.
It's so different, to be an adult baby-boomer, than it was to be a teenage baby-boomer. We went from being really rather irresponsible to being worry warts. How many people my age to I know with those pronounced worry-lines between their brows???
Too many. What happened to "flower power", anyway? What happened to being carefree and happy and full of spirit? What happened to being so filled with the joy of life that we could unabashedly dance naked in the rain? What happened to loving the flowers?
We, also, are a part of God's creation. We, also, have that potential to bloom with the full beauty of our given natures.
Yet we often hide our flowers. We hide our flowers under the weight of the burdens of being an adult. We forget the best sides of our natures; our free, giving, wholesome spirits; we hide our flowers in the weeds of adult cares and woes.
How hard is it to change this?
Maybe not that hard at all. Take a walk, and enjoy the flowers.