This morning I drove across the city to attend a monthly book club meeting. As I moved along the freeways, I noticed how white and chalky everything looked. As I maneuvered along the side streets, I observed by how brown and dirty everything looked. As I walked from my car to the building, I was struck by how cold I felt. It’s only early January, and already winter feels heavy. Ugh.
I made my way to the gathering room, set my book and purse down, and settled in. Once I was situated, I looked to the front of the room – and saw a small bunch of fresh flowers.
They were a modest bunch of “ordinary” flowers; and yet, they felt so inviting, and warm, and calm. I reflexively drew in a deep breath; and when I exhaled, I felt lighter. Brighter. Happier.