WEIBLICHKEIT HEUTE

So I went home and found some marguerites in the meadow behind our house. I sat down and looked at them. They seemed to smile and melted my heart. I was relieved for a while. Suddenly my problems came into my mind. How could those lovely little marguerites ever help me to overcome? I felt depressed again.

A little voice whispered: “Just one flower!”

Without wondering who was talking to me I immediately picked one marguerite, took it home and put it into a vase. When darkness set in I still cowered in front of the little marguerite. I lighted a candle. The petals gleamed in a brilliant white. It was surprising me. Devoting to its prettiness my mind grew lighter and brighter.

The other day I woke up refreshed for the first time in a long while.  But when I looked after my marguerite a sad sight expected me: it was withered! After a while I succeeded in overcoming my frustration and went to the market. In front of a flower stall I found a lonely rose lying on the floor. I picked it up quickly and felt happy about that occasion. When I put it in my freshly refilled vase at home I said to my rose: “Don't let me down! I need your help!” I marveled at its beauty like I never had be amazed at a rose’s bloom. Calm and silence came over me. I collected my thoughts. Step by step I arranged them in proper order.

After a week having been concerned with one flower every day I felt much better. New ideas came into my mind and I began to read interesting books and meet friends. My flower told me each day what to do. I felt grateful to my flower, to its beauty and color and order, to its smile and its whispering. Out of thankful thoughts a new confidence grew up. And after a while my inner voice spoke more clearly than ever before. I got more and more happy. Dark and heavy thoughts had left my mind. Little by little my everyday life was reshaped happily.

It happened years ago.

And I still make time for arranging flowers each day.

by Marion E. Jacob