Hope Springs Eternal.
We plant our seeds and make plans. The idea of color ! and new life ! make me as giddy as a teenage girl getting asked to prom. The excitement, the flattery and then oh my the costume choices.
When touring my yard today I found myself full of hopes. I kept encountering what I hoped for. Was this plant going to return was that one going to live. It is the first day of Spring and things need more time but I had a litany going.
Mother of Sweet Woodruff transplanted into dry shade, Pray for us.
Father of Fothergilla bought on sale, Pray for us.
in Latin
Mater Galium odoratum, ora pro nobis.
My feelings of Hope Springing Eternally had evolved into feelings of Spring Hoping Eternally. My giddy plans were sounding more like a heavy rescue mission.
In difficult situations I hold onto to hope. I surrender with a degree of peace that a difficult situation, beyond my control, will become easier.
I "wait in joyful hope".
WAITING
How do I find peace in waiting. Where is the joy in that ? I know I must surrender. I light a candle and give it to God, the Universe, Spirit, Ether whatever. I let go and I am able to see the things that once upon a time I had wished for and now I have. I even see things I never dreamt of wishing for, like that peculiar Hyacinth on the side of the house or my kids racing downhill in a wheel chair
We perceive flowers as fragile. I found this tulip in my yard. It survived months in the frozen earth and emerged just after the snow had melted. It rose through sticks and mulch and speared through numerous leaves. We do not realize often enough that we are infinitely bigger that our challenges and problems.
This is so beautifully put, ME.
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