Purple Lilac
In my garden here in the northwest, I planted purple lilacs. They are memories of springtime gardens in New England from my childhood, holding an innocent, carefree, nostalgic feel. And tending to my ‘inner child’.
And now in mid-April, they are blooming! Their fragrance is filling the air, beckoning strangers to linger. To close their eyes as they inhale and lose their daily world for a moment.
Lilacs are romantic and sensual. Their heavy blossoms bounce in the wind sending their scent into the air. Capturing and wrapping our hearts in a delightful, tranquil lightness. One that puts us in the moment, accepting what is, all we are, lifting our heaviness and restoring our childhood connection to life.
I feel an acceptance within the blossoms, shaking off any heaviness I may be attached to. The grey of winter is moving on. And there is a gentle ease as to what is next. Life has new adventures. Joy-filled, gift-giving and inspirational in the unfolding of our next chapters.
And as we shake off the heaviness, we are able to see ourselves with a new awareness. Life develops an ease and gentleness. A deep Knowing. A deep meaning. And a much deeper appreciation.
Its clusters of blossoms signify harmony in relationships. Each one budding or blossoming at its own time yet part of the whole. And its heart-shaped leaves carry a heart-felt message to all for living a heart-centered life.