I was about to leave the park when I saw a glimmer of purple next to my trail. I realized that alliums were flowering again. I got closer and look at the emerging buds carefully, slowly.
Their stunning beauty took my breath away and suddenly –just for a brief second- I felt like if I were alone in that moment, without past, without future… lost in that glimpse of the perfection of life´s cycles… caught up in the presence of impermanence.
And during that brief second all the thoughts and wishes and dreams and desires stopped.
And the whispering voice with all its "do, do, do; wrong, wrong, wrong; more, more, more..." fell silent.
And the trivial competitiveness, the remains of anger, the fair concerns, the fading insecurity, the vast uncertainties, and the tireless fright were dismantled.
And the need to be right, to please, to demand approval… and the fear of not being enough ceased.
It was me and the flower.
And while I was looking hard at that unexpected miracle I knew that I was back to my path.
I acknowledged that I was ready to carry on with my practice, ready to continue teaching myself to take delight in little things, to preserve joy, to treasure a feeling of wonder over and over and over again.