I've been away from home for almost 2 months now, and this pink flower was the last bloom I saw in my garden before I left. I miss the mornings where I can be alone in my garden, digging deep into the dirt of my heart, taking out stones that hinder beautiful virtues to bloom. It's a painful process yet to be surrounded with flowers makes it bearable. You just know that something beautiful is sure to come.
It's 50 days now that I've been away from my own garden. The gardener in me finds a little bit of satisfaction in scattering seeds from my garden when I jog in the mornings around the campus where I'm doing my MA studies. In the campus there's a prayer garden where my soul is always satisfied. Two days ago, I was there early in the morning. I saw this fragrant bloom that melted my heart. I don't know its name but I call it my birthday flower because it bloomed on my day.
I was busy as the shutter was, framing flowers here and there. What a refreshing way to start my day, focusing on beauty.
I wondered, "Have they realized how short their lives are?"
I was thankful to be counting years not days.... I began to feel my inmost celebrating life!
I talked to him a bit and told him "It's my birthday."
Thank you, Father, for the gift of life.
"....I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full."