The first time I heard the word bougainvillea, I was listening to a guided meditation tape. It carried me beyond a wrought iron gate, down a cobblestone garden path, bordered by these beautiful flowers. Bougainvillea is one of those words that is fun to pronounce, the name as dramatic as the flower.
I hadn't seen one until we moved South. Now living in central Florida, I planted several bougainvillea in the meditation garden. The past winter seemed to have killed the woody lifeless bushes, but now in the warmth of spring, they are bursting in fiery pink radiance.
The sight of their beauty cascading over the garden bench early this morning evoked a sweet memory of a dear friend who had quickly transitioned several weeks ago. Beautiful inside and out, Nancy had lived on Bougainvillea Street. I could almost feel a touch of her serenity while sitting on the garden bench as the morning sunlight touched my face. I found myself smiling, Hello, Nancy.
It is a comfort to know that our loved ones never die; they drop their bodies like an old tight shoe, and dance on into the light.
Interesting that the colorful leaves of the bougainvillea are mistaken for the petals. A tiny little five-pointed butter colored flower blooms in the center. A gentle reminder that at our center a star shines gracefully attracting attention. Curious, I learned the message of the bougainvillea is to infuse your life with beautiful moments.
Enjoy your day with the Angels.
Love and joyful blessings,