The Flame Lilies are in bloom again. They offer a wonderful parable in life. They’re normally found in a community of other plants. When they die after having bloomed, the whole plant dies down to its roots, or rather its bulb.
When the time comes for it to bloom again, it begins it’s growth from the bottom in the undergrowth, and uses those little hooks you see in its foliage to support itself on the plants beside it as it works its way up in to the sunlight again. There it blooms once more expressing its uniqueness among the diverse expressions of the others.
Suffering and struggle can sometimes cut us down to the roots, but it can never stop us from rising, with the help and support of the community around us, in to the sunlight again. How do we even begin to fully grasp and understand the pain those parents and people in Newtown have gone through? We can’t, but that doesn’t stop us from feeling it. I hope this doesn’t sound trite, but my gift to them this day, out of South Africa, is the gift of the Flame Lily.