Beauty Is All Around Me
Last week I decided to place a bunch of flowers in the main reception of my workplace instead of just putting some on my desk in the back office. Since I began my placement, I have formed a habit of getting an inexpensive bunch of flowers from the grocers across the road, and sitting them in front of me. The reason? Flowers remind me that beauty is all around me, that even in the most barren of places, life can grow.
Flowers remind me that hope is just around the corner and he is knocking on my door. I would often find myself staring at my little beacon of light throughout long days in the office; it reminded me that the little things count. In my sadness at my inability to really change the situations of the beautiful souls I am meeting everyday, I resigned myself to the fact that my little attempt of sunshine amidst an ever present storm would be my gift to those I meet. I did not think it would do much, but ever since that beautiful bouquet graced the shelf by the reception desk I have noticed a change.
People started going up to the flowers and touching them, smelling them; they sit in their chairs waiting for good news but knowing it will most probably not come- but they stare at these flowers and smile. The receptionist was in awe, she told me that people could not stop marvelling at this small sign of life. The staff were confused at my odd habit of buying these flowers, but after awhile they started enjoying them too. No longer are they surprised at a new addition of greenery, they too marvel at the simple beauty before them.
And so- this week I got another little posy of flowers, bright and colourful, green and strong; and as I poured water in the vase and as I sorted the dead blooms from the buds beginning to sprout, I prayed. I prayed that this sign of life would give all those who saw it hope. That this somewhat laughable attempt at creating beauty would make someone smile, another one laugh and another one breath in deeply. Because everyone deserves hope.