This morning I sat on the balcony, eating my breakfast, as I do each morning, (when it isn’t sub-zero temperatures!) I looked out at my flower boxes which, just 2 weeks ago, were an over-flowing mass of colourful pansies, but today, there are perhaps 3 or 4 flowers in each box. I got up and looked at them carefully, thinking that this weekend I need to whip them out and replace them with something new and less messed up.
Suddenly I was overwhelmed by my ninja-pansies. These little survivors had weathered the mother and father of all storms and hail, and despite it, managed to creep back and blossom. How could I now just rip them out and replace them!? I can't. I won't.
I began to consider that these pansies were a metaphor for our own lives. One day everything is beautiful, and then suddenly, it’s not. We feel hailed on, tossed about and knocked down, and we fear that we may never see the light of another beautiful day. Like the pansies needed time, sun and rain to recover, sometimes we need time, help and friends to recover, and then to blossom again.
We are loved. We are irreplaceable. We are unique. We are worth fighting for.
Today - be a ninja.
Suddenly I was overwhelmed by my ninja-pansies. These little survivors had weathered the mother and father of all storms and hail, and despite it, managed to creep back and blossom. How could I now just rip them out and replace them!? I can't. I won't. I began to consider that these pansies were a metaphor for our own lives. One day everything is beautiful, and then suddenly, it’s not. We feel hailed on, tossed about and knocked down, and we fear that we may never see the light of another beautiful day. Like the pansies needed time, sun and rain to recover, sometimes we need time, help and friends to recover, and then to blossom again.
We are loved. We are irreplaceable. We are unique. We are worth fighting for.
Today - be a ninja.
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