The Camelia

A magnificent camellia tree bloomed for me today—yes, just for me. This morning I asked for a message from spirit. I didn’t put any parameters around what the message should be or how it should manifest. I just wanted to see and know spirit was present. Finally around noon I saw it. A mass of deep pink flowers against a canvas of dark waxy green leaves mounded atop a thick, gnarly tree trunk. I could easily have missed it as I drove down the highway, and on any other day I may have. But from the corner of my eye I detected a brilliant ruby amidst the grey urban setting. I had to pull over. What exuberance! What perfection! And while dozens of cars sped past I stood transfixed. There she was, a neglected tree along the dusty highway, yet somehow she had managed not only to survive, but thrive. I wondered: How could she do this? How could this humble tree put forth such an impressive display. The camellia has fragile flowers whose blossoms start to brown within a few days of opening. I had found her at the perfect moment. Like a mother giving birth she had pushed with all her might and bloomed … just for me. But what about the camellia? Had she made a wish that her beauty be witnessed and had I fulfilled it ... just for her?

© Maria Hart 2016

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