Beauty unites all things,
links together flower and star,
with chains more certain
than those of reason.
The poet, the artist, thus finds
the clue which
guides them in their
pilgrimage throughout the world.
~Henry James Slack,
The Ministry of the Beautiful, 1850
As many of you know, I have suffered with chronic pain since I was around 25 years old, and since I will be 75 in 6 months, that’s 50 years of coping not only to survive the pain but to thrive in life as well. In a recent conversation regarding that statistic a fellow blogger thought it interesting that I surround myself with beauty and lovely words. And it occurred to me that I, in fact, had been doing that more and more as the years rolled on. Maybe I some how knew they could and would help me survive the “dark nights of the soul” and “guide me through my difficult pilgrimage in this world.” And perhaps again ‘tis why finding this clematis abloom in the yard this week thrilled me almost beyond what words can adequately convey. But as I think it’s important for all of us to find something profoundly uplifting for ourselves, I shall try. Last spring I went in a local nursery to buy some seeds, and as I made my way to the back of the store where they were kept, I passed this pure white clematis you see in the photo. But since I had already spent my bi-monthly yard allowance, I forced myself to walk on by. I hadn’t gone very far however, when I decided to go back and see how much the beauty was. Of course it was a tad pricey as I expected, but it was so very beautiful and already full of buds. About that time I heard someone call my name and turned round to find my next door neighbor standing nearby. She asked what I was looking at and I told her to come and see. We both agreed it was exceptionally beautiful, and she asked if I was going to buy it. Woefully I told her, “No, I’d better not,” and headed off to get my seeds, and she headed up to the front to make her purchases. When I found my seeds, I did the same and even went down a different aisle so as not to be tempted to go over budget. And I actually got almost to the cash register before I said to myself, “Natalie, you know you will regret it a hundred times over if you don’t buy something you love that much.” So I went back, picked it up, and brought it home. For weeks, its blooms delighted me and then as the summer’s torrid heat befell us, it quit blooming which is what happens here with a lot of things. But to my utter surprise, it began blooming again in the fall when the temps began to drop below the “fry” level. So I patted myself on the back for having bought it because not only was it beautiful, it was also going to be a repetitive source of joy and delight. Then as winter approached, I hired someone to come clear the yard of all the spent and dead perennials. Unfortunately the industrious little soul took it upon himself to venture into the area where this treasure was, and by the time I discovered him there, he had already cut it completely down to the ground. So after he left, I lamented with tears that it might not come back in the spring, and that even if it did, it might not bloom for another year or two. So you can imagine how excited I was when a few weeks ago, I saw new growth coming up from where it had been. Then as it climbed up and up and I discovered buds, I squealed like a happy child. Finally to find a few days ago that one of the buds had opened was all that it took for the “sun to bloom in my soul” despite some recent very difficult pain-filled days. Everyone faces trials and suffering in this world, not the same as mine perhaps, but suffering nonetheless. So I pray that all of you find some way or some things that let the sun shine in your soul as well as guide you on your path and pilgrimage through life. God’s Holy Spirit will indwell in you, if you but believe in Him and ask, and it is the Holy Spirit who will point the way to the “sun,” the light that will illuminate and hearten your passage here.
But the Advocate, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said to you. ~John 14:26 ✝
Our sensitivity is enhanced as we appreciate the habit of paying attention
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I suffer from severe arthritis and when I’m outside in the garden, I forget all about it as I absorb the flowers and the sunshine. I have a deep purple clematis. I love this post, hugs, JM
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Same here Jeanne Marie! I’m so glad you enjoyed the post❣😘
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I love how you refer to the flower as a repetitive source of joy and delight. How beautiful! There is something very soothing and peaceful about your page. Thank you for this energy!
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Wow thanks for the lovely affirming comment😊❤
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and guess what has come back…from apparent death of heat and drought…that peony.
You were right…it is of tougher stuff than I imagined!!
as you are as well my friend… 🙂
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Oh I’m so glad it came back! And you are made of the same kind of tougher stuff yourself my friend❣😘🌵🐔
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Wise words Natalie. I’m glad that you surround yourself with beauty and God’s love to help lift you up. Your clematis plants is wonderful. Enjoy!
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Thanks Brad‼❌⭕
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I am the same. When life gets dark for me, I head to the parks or the outdoors. I feel so uplifted by the beautiful nature around me – my batteries are recharged and I can face the world again. Lovely post Natalie
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Thanks so much Raewyn! Enjoy your autumn😊❤
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Horticultural therapy is divine! And I bet God loves how you get this.
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I hope He does‼😊❤
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