The Daffodil Principle

Several times my daughter, Julie, had telephoned to say, "Mom, you must come see the daffodils before they are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from my place by the beach to her lakeside mountain home.
"I will come next Tuesday," I promised, a little reluctantly, on her third call. The next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I got in the car and began the long, tedious drive.
When I finally walked into Julie's house and hugged and greeted my grandchildren, I said, "Forget the daffodils, Julie! The road is invisible in the clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and the children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!"
My daughter smiled calmly, "We drive in this all the time, Mom."


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What a beautiful story....thanks for sharing, it's very touching.

Nikko

I followed the link and read the whole story. very profound and deeply teaching. Perhaps not a new teaching but certainly a powerful reminder, and much needed retraining and reframing for me. i am in tears. (then again i am easily so lately.) i was overwhelmed by the need to say something beyond a "thanks" tag.

The story made me wonder what "seeds" i can plant, verily from where i lie, rather than from where i keep being frustrated for not being. To be where i am, ill and all, yet from here to plant and perpetuate beauty amidst the degradation of today's civilization.

And you, you have just planted a wonderful flower here.

~ waves ~ of wandering sorrow

Dear WAves,
My friend.
I am always happy to read a post from you.
I am that woman...you are that woman....
((((HUGS))))
bizi

waves....I love it when you "wonder". *grin

Great story. Thank you Bizi.

befuddled2

bump for everyone!