Last weekend I visited my brother and his wife in Springfield, the town where I went to college. We encountered the plant pictured above in a garden/park filled with plants native to Missouri. Isn't is great?
Jeff and I have never been close. In fact, I can think of only one other occasion in our adult lives when we spent any significant time together without other family members. We had a ball this weekend. Well...I had a wonderful time and believe them when they say they did, too.
I put up this photo because the plant makes me think of starbursts, and some of the things we talked about made me feel like fireworks were going off inside my head. For one thing, I discovered that one particular shadow I've lived under all my life—all my life—was a figment of imagination. Mine and others'.
Funny how the roles we had (or were given) as children dog us throughout our lives unless we make a choice to see things differently.
Choice is good, people. Choice is good.
3 comments:
Sometimes I think it's only habit and lack of awareness that keeps our fist tightly gripped around one reality.
And we know, don't we, that there are exactly eleven other realities besides this one. :)
Oh no you don't, Missy, SPILL!
Ditto, Carrie!
It's our willingness to search for truth that allows us to learn finally that we do have choices. And it's often others who are searching who help us create the fireworks. So glad you had this time with your brother.
What is that plant?
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