In Our Own Unique Way
- July 31, 2014
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This Crepe Myrtle reminds me of us. It’s gone from seed to trunk to branch to leaf and recently I’ve seen a bud sprout from within the leaf that burst into flower.
We are no different. We need fertile soil, we need to be watered, to be nurtured. We need the sunlight of outstretched arms that say “I love you just the way you are”.
The last time I saw my father, the Sunday after Thanksgiving in his 75th year, he reached his hand out to me and put it on my arm, something he had never done before, and held it as we were walking and he apologized for something he thought might have upset me the night before. It hadn’t upset me at all and I just said with tears welling up inside of me, “Oh, Dad, that was nothing. But thank you anyway for thinking of me like that.” With my Dad’s touch something in me sprouted that had been laying dormant since I was a child. I was then in my 50’s.
There is no one way to be a flower. There is no one way to be a human.
And it’s not the outside form that really matters because both flower and body return to seed when their use is over. It is what is inside that is real. And no matter how much we might try to make someone’s beliefs or outside behavior be exactly equal to ours or to the outside world, the paradox of that is, we are all exactly the same at our core, underneath the thought that produces the behavior, yet different on the outside.
We’re just here expressing seeds that need to be sprouted and, like the flower, no two expressions are exactly the same. But if we accept the inner being of everyone and allow them to sprout in their own natural way, we have watered and nurtured that person with love and acceptance and thus awakened within that person the very thing we are all so desperately trying to find within ourselves.