| by Maimune | |
| Published on: Jan 25, 2007 | |
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| Type: Short Stories | |
| https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=10245 | |
| Early one morning, on a forgettable day in the calendar, I took a long walk to this park. With beautifully manicured grounds, this park is always empty. Hardly any visitors during the day. For me, I enjoy the solitude but strange things happen when we are alone. I saw this lovely flower, it had the shape of a bell, and out of the other flowers it was hanging lowly. I bent down to the flower and gave it the smell of greeting. I said to myself while smelling it, "Ahhh, smells good. My, you're beautiful." Strangely, I received a response from the Bell flower. "Thank-you, you're the first to notice me, sigh, I'm so sad." And the flower shook a little but there was no wind. I gasped. Did I really hear a voice in my head, from this flower? Man, I knew I should've slept more last night! "Umm, why are you sad?" I replied, playing along, " You're so beautiful and smell sweet, you should be proud of your accomplishments." "I wish I had more visitors like you to notice me more, I bloom and bloom all day but no one comes and smells me, to admire me, then I will wither away soon. The cold frost approaches. What's the point of life? I'm sad and I'm gloomy." Okay, weird. I've heard of melancholy people, now flowers? I was freaking out but I took deep breaths, prayed to God for guidance and just begged for my sanity. I always knew I would one day turn into those crazy ladies that talk to themselves. But in my mid-twenties, come on God! "Hello are you still there? What is God? Why are you rambling on and on about being crazy. I'm sad and you're mad. So what's the problem?-" "Hey you, don't call me mad, I may be lonely from time to time and escape to my imagination. I have problems with my thoughts, I ramble on about nothing, complain about life, and sometimes forget about beautiful flowers. I'm sad too, not mad! But you're sad for no reason. You have a lot of life in you still, you need to cheer up. Enjoy life, can you feel the sun?" The sky was clearing up and the sun was out with full light seeking every creature on earth. "Is this why no one comes to see me, because of these problems people have? Because they are lonely too? I understand, don't be sad, then I wont be sad, sit next to me... I feel it, the sun is so warm." I sit down on the grass next to the flower. For the first time since the flower spoke to me, it moves up and it's petals open. "Ah, the light is making me stronger. I feel something warm, soft, and I feel love." I realize this flower made a change in me, I felt alive just by admiring it. "You cheered me up. I came here feeling lost and alone. But now, I see that my problems are nothing at all. Flowers don't have eyes like us, you can't smell yourself. I guess we are meant to come visit you and brighten your day like you did mine." "Yes, I needed someone to smell me, and make me feel alive. I feel like my life had a purpose now. Thank-you, I'm happy." I don't know if any one has ever had a flower at home or seen one in the sunlight. They have sparkles on them, like sprinkles of shimmering light. It's their way of glowing, it is so beautiful. I felt extremely happy when I saw this flower sparkling. The other flowers started glowing like that. I felt peaceful and serene. So peaceful that I took my jacket off and put it on the grass to take a nap. Closing my eyes I let the warmth of the sun immerse me. Every breath I took I could smell that sweet, lingering scent of the flower. Like a lush kiss. I savored each moment and released my anger, my sorrow, my failings, all of the negative experiences in my life. In my sleep I was cocooned, healed and loved. Like having the best conversation with a loving parent. Telling them all your problems and getting a big hug to comfort you. No tears necessary, just a loving person letting you know, it's OK. Life is hard but you are not alone. I woke up, and by then the sun was gone, hiding behind the clouds. It seemed to be the middle of the day, more cars were driving about. The pace of life started to get busier all over the city. I walked back home with a lingering scent of blooms from a meadow, singing to myself, I was happy. In one empty park, in a typical neighbourhood. A Belle flower beams. Happy and content. Eager to help the next visitor. My message: stop and smell the flowers. God created plants for our enjoyment. We have 5 senses that go to waste everyday. Let's make a flowers' day by sending it love and appreciation. By doing that, we are sending love to God, feeling truly alive, and letting go of our mundane problems. PEACE EVERYONE! Too lazy to go to the park? or the season can't provide you a bloom of flowers, why not buy a plant, and treasure it everyday...... « return. |
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