A couple of days ago, before the current cold snap, I was out with Tikka for our usual morning walk when I noticed some small blue wildflowers. Each one was tiny and perfect. Each one was tiny and perfect and fleeting, a perfect moment in the cycle of life.
As I stood there waiting for Tikka and meditating on the flower, it struck me that what if the flower is the perfect expression of life, the entire cycle of existence captured in a moment -- perfect, beautiful, fragile, but essential. The flower is the moment, is life, is the most perfect and beautiful moment of life. Each of us is the flower, each and every one, perfect, beautiful, fragile, and yet oh so precious and oh so necessary.
How does this change how I approach my own life? How does it change the way I view the lives of others?
