Poinsettia in the backyard
Elliot and I sat outdoors in the backyard, enjoying the warm December weather. Suddenly he asked, Why don't you blog about that beautiful poinsettia? It bloomed against all odds? I looked at the big red flower, a housewarming gift from a dear girlfriend several years ago. After Christmas that year, I had planted it in the backyard by a camphor tree. A perfect spot to thrive, so I thought, and it did.
Until last month, a team of ambitious tree trimmers pruned the camphor tree before I had time to rescue the holiday plant. To my dismay, the felled branches had crushed the leafy poinsettia. Only a woody stem remained anchored in the soil. I doubted it would survive, and soon forgot about the lone twig.
Until last month, a team of ambitious tree trimmers pruned the camphor tree before I had time to rescue the holiday plant. To my dismay, the felled branches had crushed the leafy poinsettia. Only a woody stem remained anchored in the soil. I doubted it would survive, and soon forgot about the lone twig.
Then, yesterday I discovered it had spread new leafy branches. They covered the ground with splashes of red. Vitality had returned, the gift had kept on giving.
It's the Spirit of Christmas, my husband smiled, as we admired the colorful plant. Turns out he was right. When I took a closer look at the poinsettia, I spotted a small plastic Santa underneath its leafy new growth. I picked up Santa, who also had cracked, but he was still bearing gifts.
It's the Spirit of Christmas, my husband smiled, as we admired the colorful plant. Turns out he was right. When I took a closer look at the poinsettia, I spotted a small plastic Santa underneath its leafy new growth. I picked up Santa, who also had cracked, but he was still bearing gifts.
Nature can teach many lessons. I realized life is like that poinsettia. The good news is that our challenges never leave us where they find us, we are stronger and more grateful having grown through the process. To see every problem as an opportunity to grow spiritually is the message of the angels.
We don't have to go it alone, the angels are forever with us, guiding, comforting and inspiring us with pure loving intuition.
I later learned that poinsettias were first cultivated by the Aztecs and were known as "flores de noche buena" which means Christmas Eve or Flower of the Holy Night; they are also known as The Christmas Star or Christmas Flower.
We don't have to go it alone, the angels are forever with us, guiding, comforting and inspiring us with pure loving intuition.
I later learned that poinsettias were first cultivated by the Aztecs and were known as "flores de noche buena" which means Christmas Eve or Flower of the Holy Night; they are also known as The Christmas Star or Christmas Flower.
Enjoy your day with the Angels. Merry Christmas!
Love and blessings,
Rae Karen
