If you cannot be a poet, be the poem. ~David Carradine
From first look this bush appears kind of homely with its scraggly burnt crimson buds. When you step a bit closer, you are taken in by its spicy aroma.
Soon you are absolutely smitten.
The fragrance calls to you.
The blossoms twinkle in the sunlight.
Even the dying buds curl into tiny art formations.
You become enthralled with the season of the bush…early spring you look for the first buds.
You delight in the aroma as the wind shifts in your direction.
You watch the red buds dance until they crumble to the ground.
You mourn the completion of the season.
The season of the soul is much the same as the season of the bush.
Often we don’t give those without stellar looks the chance to charm us.
And how often have we been disappointed to find the beautiful to be self absorbed or mean spirited?
Sometimes we are pleasantly surprised to find those we like the most to be people we have passed by. Maybe we thought they were unapproachable when really they were just shy.
How often have you felt misunderstood? Not valued? Do people give you the same attention as you pay to others?
The next time you meet someone, look a little deeper. You never know what rests deeper than the eye can see.
Take the time to take a second look at those you see every day. There might be something you’ve been overlooking. Listen to the words they speak and the tone in which they say them. Observe their actions.
Spirit deserves more than to be skimmed over. Give people a chance. Get to know them.
Ever received a fabulous gift wrapped in newspaper? What a pleasant surprise it is!
We are just packaging, some fancy while others plain. Our gifts are held inside.
Pull the paper back and experience the life that awaits discovery.
Everyone yearns to be known.
Please don’t miss the season of the soul.