I was coming home one day and noticed a rose blooming by the front door. It was facing the wall, bent over and neglected. When I turned it around I saw the most beautiful bloom and brought it inside to enjoy the life and color of its unfolding.
In these times of sorrow, of war and disaster, let us choose to be healed in many small ways. Thank you little rose friend, for giving me the gift of beauty to remind me that I am still blooming, still beautiful and full of love. Do not pass beauty by as you saunter the world. It will heal our spirits and help remind us of our humanity.