This is Phoebe, and she is "blooming where she's planted".
Bloom where you are planted. I saw this phrase once on a card or poster somewhere years ago, and it stayed with me. Every now and then it pops into my mind. I love the idea of blooming where you are planted, where ever that might be.
It popped into my mind today.
When I'm sitting in my conservatory, watching the birds and enjoying the sun on my face, I often get to hear the little boy who lives next door, playing in his garden. We say hello and have a chat through the fence every now and then. He is 3 years old and creases me up. The last time we had a chat he told me how he likes to find spiders and pick them up, but sometimes he squeezes them too hard with his thumb and squishes them by mistake.
Today, I could see him dancing around twirling his mum's pink umbrella. It was a sunny day. I gave him a wave. After he had had a good twirl, he started to pick the dandelions growing near the fence. To him, they weren't weeds, but beautiful, yellow flowers, and he picked a whole bunch of them before giving them to his mum.
This got me thinking about our perception of things, and how it can cloud our enjoyment. I don't like dandelions. They pop up all over the place and won't go away. But today, I got thinking about them as flowers and not weeds. They are a beautiful bright yellow. They are resilient. And wherever they are, they certainly bloom where they are planted. Whether that's in the middle of a garden, or in the crack between pavement slabs.
So, I decided, that today, right where I am, I'm going to make like a dandelion and bloom brightly and resiliently, right where I'm planted. So, I planted myself in front of my computer and wrote this blog post. Just because I haven't been around for a little while, and I wanted to say "Hello".
How are you? How are you "blooming where you are planted" right now?
P.S. A big welcome to my new readers. It's lovely to meet you.