The orchid
There’s this exquisite plant in my living room. Every time I look at it I see a generous heart, and love from my dear friend Genaveave. It’s been 7 months since that was presented to me—the chocolates are long gone, but the orchid is sprouting green leaves once again. It’s quite appropriate. I have come to feel renewed, growing stronger day by day, sometimes feeling like 7 steps back, but always coming forward. Once where there was despair and uncertainty, now lies the sense of accomplishment and wonder, amazed at how life changes in a moment, teetering on the edge at times, blossoming wonderfully along the way.
I had a heartfelt conversation with a new friend about the doors that close and the new ones that open. How I wonder if we really could see our future—would we want to? Because when something is a risk to our heart, and we reach out and open it, the wonder and amazement of it all being unlike anything else in life—if we knew it was to be taken from us- would we still take that path to experience that surreal joy and ecstasy? It would be a shame and so regretful for us to reach the end of our life and realize that we never really lived at all, that we didn’t take that chance to experience the joy of love, of uninhibited being, of laughing with twinkles in the eyes, of sitting under the majestic stars, letting our guard down and feeling safe and secure with another…..to say it was all worth the wait.
