This has been a weekend full of nature. Last night at 3:00 a.m. a huge thunder/wind storm broke over our neighborhood and blew around and poured on us until about 5 or so. 2 and a 1/2 inches of much needed rain along with numerous branches to pick up.
Then tonight I was sweating out a Divine Mercy Chaplet and Evening Prayer (still very humid, despite the rain) in the Mary Garden when I noticed a little red and orange flower on the edge of my pot of impatiens right behind the satue of Mary.
The pot is stuffed to overflowing with little red and burgundy and white blossoms.... and then there's this one scraggly little orange/red flower (weed?) off the side of the pot.
But then I noticed something else. About two weeks ago the exact same kind of flower made a solo appearance over under a big tree- the only flower in a grass lawn with wood chips surrounding the tree. My first inclination had been to pluck it up, because it really just didn't fit. But pity stayed my hand. And now I am glad that it did.
Those two flowers provided a valuable lesson for me tonight.
Some of our souls- and I believe mine is among them- are not meant to be in a crowd or part of "the group." We blossom off by ourselves and we aren't noticed very much. But as I thought this I also got the overwhelming impression that even this odd little bloom- even the soul most singular and different than the rest- is still valued by the Gardener.
I am thankful for that Gardener's love and pity.