Many years ago I walked through fields of Tulips. Their lips hued in red, pink, yellow and gold, orange as the dawn fire and deep purples of sunset. The rows went on and on and rose towards the mountains. If you’ve ever been to the Skagit Tulip Festival in WA then you know…. the fields are set in a blaze of color both shocking and comforting to the eyes.
|Cody and I in the midst of Flowers in another Life.|
Tulips only grow for a short time in the Spring. They reach out of the Earth in a triumphant rainbow and then slowly wilt again like a passing memory. They’re my most favorite flower, more than any other and speak to me in sweet whispers of faith and love. Once when I was very young and very, very sad, a red tulip bloomed beneath my window in the cold chilly air after winters frost. It left with it the peaceful knowing that I was okay, that I was loved and I had never forgotten it.
Look outside your window, the tulips are beginning to bloom. They return with their short sweet song to show you the world is beautiful; warm amidst the cold night and bright with color even in the darkness. They come to welcome in the Spring with a fervor, a flourish – flowering from the cold soil in the passing of winter. It is a moment I wait for every year.