Walking out of the grocery store the other day, 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, 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. So 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 for all of us. We never know what lies beyond our senses, unable to see the person or circumstance about to enter and make an enormous difference.
It was one of those beautiful never-give-up reminders.