A Gift to Newtown, Connecticut

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.

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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.

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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.

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About Don

I love life. Sometimes it makes sense, other times not. Discerning its underlying patterns and beauty always provides great reward and meaning and is a passion I ineptly follow. I feel deeply attached to nature and love the sea with its distinct moods and colour and find walking along its beaches wonderfully inspiring. Writing, sketching and photography is a sheer joy for me and the blog is one of the places I am able to express these pursuits.
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12 Responses to A Gift to Newtown, Connecticut

  1. nrhatch says:

    Lovely sentiments, Don.

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  2. Jacquie says:

    This is such a beautiful and moving post and a wondeful parable and so true of the human spirit. On another nite this picture brought back memories of my high school years at Townsend Girls in Bulawayo. Every morning we’d belt out the song Flame Lily, Flame Lily burning bright. …

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  3. ladyfi says:

    A moving and lovely parable!

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  4. Not trite at all but very beautiful. It reminded me of Maya Angelou’s poem “And Still I Rise”

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  5. Hudson Howl says:

    I am still pondering, still thinking, still listening to what others are saying about the tragic events in Sandy Hook. Yours is as valid, personal and heartfelt as any and part of a collective reasoned reaction. Thanks Don I listened carefully.

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