By Sister Carren
It’s like slow motion photography watching the buds on the geranium on my kitchen table unfold revealing soft pink beauty. Now I’m glad I didn’t put the plant in my compost pile at the end of last summer. Instead I brought it inside. I’ve enjoyed watching it grow over the months. Occasionally I turn it so it grows straight while bending to reach for the sun…
I’m reminded of this last line from a poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson:
“…Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.”
This ordinary, unremarkable flower, just growing where it’s planted, is teaching me life lessons.