petals to cushion the hard places

Those of you who have been following this blog for any length of time know that nature is my primary focus. The flora and fauna that inhabit my gardens and populate nearby fields, woods, and waterways are not only the focal point of my lens, they are also my teachers. I absorb many spiritual lessons while observing the quiet examples nature unfurls before me.

Some people claim to have a spirit animal – a creature who, for them, embodies certain inspirational qualities or characteristics. I don’t have a spirit animal, but I do have a few spirit flowers. And one of my special favorites is sweet alyssum. I’ve long identified sweet alyssum as the poster child (as it were) for resilience. Each year, when autumn’s first frost descends, it lays waste the garden – impatiens and begonias crumple, other fair blossoms faint dead away. But not sweet alyssum. While the flowers around her keel over, she holds her head up, spreads ruffled skirts to the cold, and enchants the air with her sweet perfume. I’ve often thought to myself that I wish I could be as plucky as sweet alyssum when adversity comes to call .

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This spring, a seedling of sweet alyssum took root, of all places, in a thimbleful of poor, pebbly soil between the sidewalk and the storm drain in our turnaround. While pulling weeds in early May, I spied the little pioneer, sighed and shook my head at her unfortunate location, and left her to grow. And grow, she did. All summer I watched, with a combination of amazement and admiration, the development of this unlikely little plant.

This sweet alyssum is not only resilient, she’s brave. She isn’t luxuriating in a soft garden bed with others of her kind. She’s out there on her own, quite literally between a rock and a hard place. And she isn’t just eking out an existence under harsh conditions. She’s actually thriving – her leaves are supple and verdant, her blossoms number as the stars. If you look closely along the storm drain, you’ll see a sprinkling of her tiny, white petals; these represent acts of compassion to me, kindnesses falling soft as petals to cushion the hard places.

Perhaps it’s unusual to emulate a flower, but I do. I want to be just like this little sweet alyssum – someone who faces hardship and blossoms anyway; someone who remains sweet in spite of difficult circumstances; someone who scatters petals of kindness to ease the path; someone who not only can survive life’s losses and challenges, but can grow through these experiences with grace and beauty.

It’s just a simple little flower blooming by a storm drain in our turnaround, something most people would never notice or think twice about. But this flower has given me a new example of what it means to be strong.

 

15 thoughts on “petals to cushion the hard places

  1. i love a girl who wishes to be a flower. a sweet alyssum, no less. i love your resilient wonder, she between the rock and the hard place. and i love that you too long to blossom despite hard circumstance, to scatter petals of kindness. your wish has come true, dear amy alyssum. you are all the wonders you see in her. bless you for raising high the flag of all that is good and too lacking in this tough hard world…..

  2. I especially appreciate these sentiments today, Amy. My own New Hampshire alyssum is more fragile, but I have a petunia growing up through pavement that I bow to each morning, a reminder to me, too, to bloom where I’m planted.

    • I love that you feel a sense of reverence for the petunia that pushes up through pavement. I am continually humbled by the great lessons imparted by the smallest of things. Love that you have alyssum in your garden, too. Much love to you, my gentle friend. xoxo

  3. How lovely! My deepest reverence and gratitude to you Amy and your sweet alyssum and all the beauty you both offer to the world. ♥♥

  4. Reblogged this on Always the Garden and commented:
    Today I am sharing a post from one of my most loved blogs: My Path with Stars Bestrewn written by Amy.
    Amy and I have much in common: she was a teacher, she has a collection of cherished children’s books and she sees beauty in all of nature.
    xxoo

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