Yesterday morning I had a meeting with one of my clients in Columbus, Ohio. It was a beautiful cloudless 70 degree day. The cool breeze ushered in a overwhelming feeling of gratitude for being alive.
I had to make two trips from my car, as I was delivering some brochures we just designed. My first trip I ran into an older oriental lady who was coming out of the office complex. Being the chivalrous Knight and courteous gentleman I am, I decided to open and hold the door open for her to ease her trip outside. We exchanged a short pleasant conversation about the beauty of the day.
On my next trip out I caught her a bit surprised as she was leaning down and picking the purple flowers planted along the sidewalk. My first impression was one of humor of her first expression...but when I didn't complain about her thievery, her expression went from surprise back to one of being lost in the beauty of the flower, complete with a divine smile of appreciation while holding the freshly picked flower.
I too was lost in her moment of fixation. In a matter of seconds I was transported to a Japanese Zen Garden while contemplating the simple beauty and complexity of life.
That is when I could hear the flower screaming, "Please, I was just enjoying this beautiful sunny day with you. Now, clutched in your hands that plucked me from my life source, I am dying."
Perhaps its the Cherokee in me, that all living things are sacred, even flowers. They are not to be possessed, but to be admired.
Hold Life Lightly
Hold Love Lightly
Hold Each Other Lightly
Why does mankind always desire to possess?
Waving in the wind
The purple flower inspires
As it dies a beautiful death
Sir Hook the Zen Cherokee Colonial Brit of Warrick