This summer the little garden patch underneath the shade of the palms out back has been low maintenance.
Thanks to the daily rain storms, and no need to water, it has been mostly ignored. Until yesterday morning when I got out of the car. I noticed a large dead palm branch pruned by the wind. It lay draped like a long-handled broom smothering the potted plants in the garden.
The timing was interesting. I'd just told Elliot that I didn't sense my mom's presence around me today like I had in the past on this special day. It marked the 7th anniversary of her passing.
That's okay...she has moved on to more expansive vistas. I said, as I went to tidy up the windswept pots.
When I picked up the heavy dead palm branch to haul it away...
What a surprise! Mom's pink bromeliad was in bloom...a little mashed, but sharing its beauty.
Unlike
most budding flowers, the bromeliad has only one flower. It blooms inside a deep well and must grow taller as the stem shoots out of the hollow and into the light. Then it can be appreciated for its own inner beauty. The bromeliad reminds
us to open up to our deeper nature, the self that is part of a grander
whole.
What made this anniversary discovery even sweeter... this plant is one of the many off-springs of the original one we got seven years ago to honor Mom. And, the ladybug decor on the metal rack was the icing on the cake. I didn't notice it until the photo was uploaded. Ladybugs are a sign that Mom is near.
How wonderful to know that love never dies...it is ever-present. And, to think if it wasn't for the heavy rain storms that pruned the trees, I could have missed the gift. There is always more going on than meets the eye. The best is yet to come.
Have a peaceful, loving day with the angels. Watch for angel messages that cross your path today. You are never alone. God loves you always.
Love,
Rae Karen
