If I were to sum up my life
The percentages would not add up
I mean the ultimate percentage
Is supposed to be 100%
But nothing is one hundred percent
Except paying up your taxes.
For sure, twenty percent has been
Physical and emotional pain
Back pain mostly
Giving birth – twice
The pain of loss
So many left me too soon,
Prejudice, hate, war all around
They get to us all some way or another.
Ten percent has been laughter
Life played many jokes on me (sometimes I did not laugh)
Mostly my children made me laugh the most
Quick giggles full of dimples
Another ten percent I allot to passion
Moments of utter ecstasy
My passion for teaching, Poetry, Art, and social justice.
How passionately I hate hatred
And how I hate to say hate
Or that I hate anything
Twenty percent has been worry
I am the quintessential worry wart
Fear of losing my mind to Alzheimer’s
Always worried about my children, their children
And in today’s crazy world
I worry about all children
Fifty percent has been love
Love dominates my life,
To make the right choices most of the time
Love is never forgotten
Whether it’s …
The love of God (Eternal)
A lost love,
A life-long love,
A child’s love,
A parent’s love,
Or simply self-love
Love is essential, like nature
You can find it anywhere
If you look hard
It is in the stillness
It is in the soul
It is what makes
everything else worthwhile.
I suppose I should have posted this piece a few days ago. But Christmas day is as a good a day as any really. But it is so appropriate because I had this great dream just last night, Christmas Eve.
I use the Poinsettia plant to decorate the house at Christmas. I love the traditional red hue poinsettia but of course they are all beautiful. “Indigenous to Mexico and South America the flower traveled to Egypt and is even cultivated there since 1860.”
I am always intrigued by how flowers grow in certain regions. I know the climate and landscape has a lot to do with it of course but I think there is more to it. The story behind the traditional Poinsettia stems from the wish of a little girl to be able to give gifts on the day we celebrate the birth of Christ. The story says that a girl named Pepita, inspired by the visit of an angel, gathered weeds and placed on a church altar. Miraculously the Poinsettia blossomed. “The flower, shaped like a star became to symbolize the Star of Bethlehem.”
So back to my dream last night; I always dream in Technicolor. I tell everyone this. In my dream, I found myself in a field surrounded by the little red stars we call Poinsettia. My mother would say that if you want a plant to grow well and have a long life you should talk to it. In my dream I spoke to them and one asked me to make my Christmas wishes. I asked for (yes, this might sound corny) Peace. I asked for a cure for Cancer especially but also for a few other diseases like Diabetes. These ills run rampant in my family. Then, I saw Poinsettias shine brighter and I felt hopeful.
Poinsettia can last a long time if cared for appropriately. My friend Rafaela cared for her Poinsettia and she had them all year round. She was a miracle worker anyway. She always found time to make people feel happy. I have not heard from her in a long time. We lost touch many years ago after she suffered a family tragedy and moved away without leaving any address or phone number. I hope she is well. She inspired my post today. She too loved Poinsettia and would fill the office with them. It changed the ambiance for sure.
So the next time you see or purchase a Poinsettia plant think about the possibilities. Merry Christmas!!!