The agony and ecstasy of the winter garden


During the dead of winter it’s always exciting to venture outside to see the first blooms pop up on my Lenten Roses.

They are the harbinger of spring and hope for the spring garden, so why in the heck are they always looking down like they bear the weight of the world on their shoulders?

Suddenly, it dawned on me that I’m a little like the Lenten rose.  I have this wonderful life, but more often than not, I’m

walking around with my head down and wringing my hands over some bump in the road over which I have zilch control.

I overheard some pop psychologist on TV yesterday say that we tend to move in the direction of our current dominant thought patterns.  Ergo, if we’re consumed with our problems and short-comings, we’re likely to attract more.

Oh gee.  No wonder I often feel like I need to go back to bed and start over.  He suggested an experiment.  Imagine that everything is just as it should be.  Try to find examples of what is right and beautiful in the world and dwell on those.  It can redirect the flow of our lives.

I glance out back at the roses one more time. All I see is vibrant color.  I imagine that they are bowing in prayer and will look up when I’m  not watching.  I feel better already.

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