It happened again. My favorite flower, the iris, opened on the first day of spring. My special flower of sobriety can still bring me hope. It’s personal meaning lifts my spirit. And all I need to do is look, see, and notice what is around me and my vision will capture the importance of such simple beauty.
Simplicity of Hope and the First Day of Spring
March 28, 2013 by julie
Posted in Fibromyalgia, home, hope, spiritual growth | Tagged enjoy life, faith, Gratitude, happiness, health, home, inspiration, Iris, life, love | 4 Comments
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What a lovely metaphor for sobriety–the rebirth of what’s been dormant during the drinking years. I’ve always had a particular fondness for iris, which grow wild along the Pacific coast. A large fire in the coastal forest some years back was followed by an extravagance of iris the following spring, life pushing through the ashes. Or am I carrying this too far? 🙂
Nice to see your blog popping up in my Word Press reader, Julie. You’ve been quiet lately. How are you?
xx/Susan
Susan,
As always I am touched by your heartfelt words. And “carrying it too far?”, no! never, not with the way you write:) And thank you for noticing me, yes, “a little quiet” and this too shall pass as I learn to manage my health challenges – like many of us do.
xo, julie
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New hope and brillance in vibrent color for your precious life to be intertwined.
Dear JoJo,
nice hearing from you. “New hope…” I like the sound of that!