I M Perfect lady

Before a Flower blooms, what does it see?  Does it know where it is headed, what it will become, does it need to, how does it just simply bloom?

Now I know that most of you already have thought of all of this, but it occurred to me, when a Post that didn’t make it to publish, was titled Bloom.  Last word of the blog was Bloom and it stayed with me.

So here it is Spring and flowers are coming up.  They have been sitting in the darkness, below the surface, and one day the peep up.  Are they so enthralled with what they see, that they don’t even realize who they are? 

Are they comparing themselves to the ones next to them, are they wishing that they had a certain color or petal size.  Is inner mind chatter going on?  Or is it possible that they just simply bloom.

Bloom.  Standing tall in whatever shape or size and color, and for as longs as their blooms last.  Do they barter, bargain and plead to be something other than what they are, are they frantically searching for food?

Coming from darkness, perhaps they are just so excited to See!  See and feel the sun on their faces, the breezes that ruffle their petals, the raindrops that clean their faces, to the bumblebees that stop and help them spread their gifts.  I bet they sit and watch the birds, hear their wonderful songs, to the little flutter of butterfly wings. Imagine the shock of going from darkness to sitting in your garden!

To sit in the garden, did they know that was where they were headed as they stretched and pushed and reached? Does it matter to the flower how it looks? 

If I was a flower, one that just peeped up, I wouldn’t care a fig what color was my dress, my head size, the length of my leaves, I would simply be in awe of all that surrounded me.  Imagine, what they see as we see them. What kind of characters happen upon them, as they silent bloom? 

I almost feel like it is a joke on us.  Like they are doing this naturally, taunting us that they can, while we are continually seeking to become something other than what we are.  Fearful always of our life span, where we get our next this or that, instead of just blooming.

Blooming.  I think today I will bloom.  I will be like a flower and just simply see what happens upon my garden.  You surly don’t see flowers running for water, calling out for more Sunshine!

I had somehow lost the relax pose, the allowing stance, the playful quiet attention to now.  In my excitement of being out of the Darkness, I hurried trying to get ahead of the seasons of my life.

Life will unfold, my time-span is already marked down, all I ever need will come my way to Bloom Perfectly Imperfectly Me.

“The Lilies of the Field, they toil not …..”

I don’t know what kind a flower I am…..but rest assured all I need is heading my way!

No mistakes, I wasn’t supposed to be petunia and am now a dandelion!

The mistakes Is I am guessing before I really bloom….running ahead of the Universe!

We surely don’t see confused partial flowers, a part rose/petunia mix.  Unless man comes along and creates such a deal!

Bloom, yep that is what I am going to do, planted perfectly right where I am!  Knowing inside of me lay the blueprint, the design, the ultimate seed of just who I am.

I know that I will not die with my music un-played, I just don’t know the exact song I will sing!  That is the beauty of Life, the mystery, what keeps it alive and exciting. 

We get to experience the experience of blooming, of becoming all that we were destined to be.

We get to witness the miracle called life. 

Some may be early bloomers, not I!

I somehow know that I still have blooming to go.

Meanwhile, I just sit and watch the characters that come and go, the sunrise and sunset, the birds and butterflies fly. 

How grateful am I, a Lily.