Saturday, July 4, 2009
Poppies, Trees and Dad
My first poppy of the year, very exciting! Dance,dance,dance....It does not take much to make this girl a happy one....I love the colors in the poppies and the variations. The picture turned out a little hazy but that is okay too. I am starting to see the beauty in the imperfections that surround me and the ones that are me. I want to devour life as it is put before me, lifes struggles are what makes us whom we are and through them whom we become. I don't think we are the same today as we were yesterday...not if there is a growth process that we can either embrace or disregard. Since the passing of my father I am struggling with the past, present, and future....Live in the now I know is the right thing to do...but why are there so many changes, why should I care if they will cut down a tree my Dad planted if life is supposed to go on....It's a tree but why do I feel like it is a part of my heart...Am I being too dramatic...I don't know, It's not about the tree, it's about planting the tree with him, watching it grow, as well as our lives,,,and now to be torn down, ahhh the damn trees! So what does this have to do with poppies, not a damn thing...you see someday, some thoughts don't even feel connected...I wonder how I get from here to there but you just do...you keep doing, you keep planting, you keep your dreams alive, you accept that others have different ideas than you and you hold what is dear to your heart...Somewhere deep inside I know I just want my Dad, I struggle back a tear and head off to water my plants, to see the beauty and be reminded that all is well.