A flower, a plant growing out of season is something I've always been drawn to. Anything out of the norm for that matter.
Because it stands alone, it calls forth in me a stance of contemplative presence. My eyes would not have caught it had it been a part of a community of flowers, plants or trees.
My simple holding of the object of my delight gives it meaning & brings it to a new birth. It is a healing thought that I gave some kind of completion to that flower, plant or tree simply by noticing it.
I've often gazed, admired, appreciated or savoured that solitary flower, plant or tree simply because they stood alone. It is absolutely beautiful in it's solitariness. Something ordinary then becomes extraordinary somehow precisely because it stands alone.
In the forest of trees it would be just another tree, but standing there against the grain of fields, it becomes a companion on my journey.
I pray for the courage to stand alone at times, to withdraw from the crowd that I may carry back to the community the new strength & new vision received in solitude.
