NOTES FROM ONE CRAZY LIFE OF JUGGLING WHACKADOO FAMILY STUFF WHILE WRITING, EDITING, CRAFTING, WRITING POETRY, DABBLING IN ART, AND REVISING. OH, AND PUBLISHING ROSE & THORN JOURNAL. FOOLISHNESS AND MAYHEM IS SURE TO ENSUE.
WE'LL SHARE SOME LAUGHS AND FOOD FOR THOUGHT, THEN DISH UP SOMETHING YUMMY FROM THE KITCHEN.
LAISSEZ LES BON TEMPS ROULLER!
GUMBO WRITER (ANGIE LEDBETTER)
Do the wondrous things of nature ever speak to you? I'm no Dr. Doolittle of the plant world, but I often find myself drawn to the beauty of certain flowers and plants. Then there are birds, which I sometimes think are angelic messengers. When that inner voice nudges, I try to be still and listen, and am hardly ever disappointed.
My dad is fond of cacti, and I've never seen this one bloom even though he's had it for quite a while. Its vibrant color and glorious flowering says to me...
From mediocre, even drab beginnings, something breathtaking can come.
(See the plain black plastic pot in which the cactus is planted?) And this "flowerspeak" reminds me of myself and the potential adult beauty of my teenagers.
Sometimes when you put unlikely things together, magic happens.
And this thought brings to mind my friends from real life and Blogland because although there are three different kinds of cacti planted in one pot, somehow it works. They must be good for one another.
Even when you feel broken or incomplete, you are still capable of bringing beauty to others.
*If you look carefully at the leg of the cactus where the bloom originates, you'll see that it is withered and must've been damaged at some point. It's amazing to me it was still able to shoot out its splendor into the world.
What does this Mother Nature's baby in my flowerbed say to you?