Saturday, 21 August 2010 -- Day 244 (257)

My friend, Barb, gave me some flower seeds last fall.  I think they're called a Moon Flower.  Anyway the plant has numerous blossoms on it, and during these past few full moon evenings, one blossom opens up.  One, just one, for one night and then it's done.  But it's a big, beautiful, white, bell-shaped flower of which I've never seen anything w/ which to compare.  The blossoms have been forming for about three weeks, and now, one by one, each  blooms in turn.  This reminds me of the story of the Thornbird that flies thousands of miles looking for a certain tree, and upon finding it, thrusts its breast onto a thorn and as it dies sings the most beautiful song of its life.  Life really is fleeting.   We sing our songs and bloom where we're planted, and then it's over.  All that's left is for someone to say, "Gosh, that was a lovely song," or "Wow, that was an amazing flower."  Life isn't measured by the amount of time we're around, but how much we impact those around us.  For about 30,000 days Mom was on this earth, and I want my children and grandchildren and great grandchildren to always know the impact she had on those around her.