When I was young, I spent many days at my grandpa and grandma’s house. There are a lot of things I remember about those days but the flowers, for some reason, remain embedded in my heart. I can still see them, smell them, touch them and remember how they made me feel. I remember watching my grandpa mow the yard around a MASSIVE amount of orange day lilies surrounding a flag in the front yard. I remember him also standing in a sea of lily of the valley where he had planted or hung his most recent wooden wind mobile he had made in his workshop. In the spring, as soon as we drove up to the house we were greeted with the most fragrant lilac bushes and thus began my love affair with lilacs. And looking out the window in their living room listening to old country records we could see a row of peony bushes that were blooming one day and then gone the next. The memories are still very tangible many years later.
So, when it was time to sell the house after my grandmother had passed (many years previously) and my grandfather’s dementia was getting more powerful, I dug up a couple of those peony bushes and planted them at my own house, as well as some lily of the valley and some day lilies. They bloomed and thrived and were such a joy for me and a reminder of my grandparents. I even planted a couple small lilac bushes last summer.
Then last August we moved and left all the plants behind. It was actually very sad for me and I struggled with it, in particular with the peony bushes. I explained to the new owner that they were my grandmothers and it’s very important to me that she take good care of them. She promised she would. I consoled myself with promising that it’s not that particular bush, I just need to plant those flowers again in the new house.
Well, now it’s late spring and I find our house SURROUNDED with orange day lilies and I’ve even spotted some lily of the valley without planting anything which makes me very happy. But no peony bushes nor lilac bushes…yet.
The absence of those flowers, I have found, make sightings of them more significant for me. Instantly I know my grandparents are watching and encouraging me and that there is more at work then what I think.
This morning I was wrapping a new hand painted yoga mat and hand painted yoga blanket in recycled Sari silk and I was thinking about how they were so much work and maybe I won’t do more of them. These, though were for the launch of the new MNYoga Magazine. They are to be part of their silent auction.
Then I met Sarah, the Ambassador for MNYoga Magazine who was in charge of their silent auction, and she walked up to me with a peony from her own garden as a gesture of thanks, but it was so much more than that. SO MUCH MORE! She was kind, and lovely, and I’m sure I was grinning like and idiot when she gave me a hug and handed me this peony.
There will be more hand painted yoga blankets and mats, since I’m obviously following my correct path. There are signs everywhere people, you just have to see them.
Oh, AND if you happen to be in Minneapolis this Friday night, I highly suggest you swing by the MN Yoga Magazine Launch party at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts from 6-8:30 pm.
Love and Hugs,