Lessons from the Laburnum TREE: #WednesdayWisdom

 

It’s a nippy Tuesday morning. The mild chill is palpable, yet it feels like a a rush of glory,  caressing the bare parts of the body, that aren’t swathed in the jacket. The reticent smog has finally chosen to beat a retreat, endowing us the blessings of a marginally clean air. I’m slowly edging my way back to my walks, assuming the sinuses will now behave with cleaner air available over the counter.

Nature unfailing throws omens our way; on the days we need them most. Much like a gentle nudge. Just so that when challenges strike, we can imbue those lessons.

More often than not, I’ve realised we keep our eyes shut and focus on the challenges; allowing them to loom larger than “life”.

 

 

Today the Laburnum tree( Amaltas, in Hindi) looks crestfallen. Whereas it looked splendid in the summers – The striking yellow blooms hanging seductively from the branches. And the ones that would fall to the ground, would transform the ground beneath into a mesmerising golden carpet.

This morning the Laburnum looks back at me, staid and sombre. The flowers have of course disappeared. What stands in their place are the pendulous dry fruits. Dust has gathered upon the leaves.

We don’t give it a second glance anymore, instead we stop by to admire the receding, yet still fragrant variety of Frangipanis (Champa) . They offers us a heady whiff,  pleasing our senses with their dual shades of white, yellow and pink.

 

 

LESSONS FROM THE LABURNUM

C’est la vie!  That’s life! There are times when we bloom and are showered with the joys of the world. But the times they are a-changin’ as Bob Dylan would have said.

A harsh winter may set upon us. And we may lose our flowers. Yet, who knows we may be fruiting and growing in the interim. The fruits as they evolve, may appear dull, tough and boring. We may look dishevelled and devastated, and end up feeling so too, ourselves.

 

 

Flower, fruit, weather the storms and flourish. Share on X

Yet, with these tough lessons of life upon us, we may learn how to bloom once again; in the summers to come. Those fruits will bear seeds,  sprouting up a new life. Let’s hold on to those precious, blooming memories of the past, and take the challenges that come our way, as journeys of inner transformation.

Change is the only constant in our lives. And as hard as it may seem then;  try we must, to flow with the changes, and become one with both our joys and sorrows.

Does the Laburnum tree question the winter of it’s life? Does it ask Mother Earth why has she forbidden it from blooming this season? Why is it that we always end up questioning our tough times, or the challenges that are upon us?

Can we all not become one with our pain, as we do with our happiness? After all those are the only constants in our lives. Without the challenges we wouldn’t be able to honour the person we truly are to become. Eventually evolving, and growing with the tides of life.

Signing off on a longer note this #WordyWednesday :-), from my favourite poet and writer, Khalil Gibran on Joy and Sorrow.

Flower, fruit, weather the storms and flourish, so says moi!

 

Linking this post to our dear Tree Lady, Parul’s #ThursdayTreeLove,  charismatic Cathy’s #WildWednesdays and X’mas Dolly, Imagining’s, Steve’s and Sandee’s #WordlessWednesday