Walking out of the grocery store yesterday I was rushed and lugging too many bags, as usual. All I wanted was to get to my car to unload the weight. Flowers were being sold outside the market, an explosion of sight and scent. Across the black asphalt, already searing hot from the Santa Fe morning sun, I stepped over a bright red dahlia blossom having fallen from somebody’s bouquet. Left there to fade, no stem, I stopped despite my inner drill sergeant’s demands to get on with my day. My heart just couldn’t bear to leave this little queen to languish, alone and abandoned. I walked back and rescued her. Win/win.
Back home, I found the perfect place for her on my altar. For days she flourished there, happy to have risen from deserted to exalted. And every time I walked by her I was reminded that this is what life is like. We never know what lies beyond our senses, unable to see the person or circumstance around the corner about to make an enormous difference for us.
“Keep going,” she said.
The little dahlia bloom became a constant never-give-up reminder for me for the expanse of her life on my altar. For approximately one week she filled my senses with her magic, and to be honest she came to me at a time when I really needed some encouragement.
I hope you can feel her message too.
Much Love,
Kristy
P.S. To access your own magic, and learn to see things with new eyes, be sure to read my book The Fascinated Observer.
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