Yes, you heard me right. Daffodils, not lilies. This is April in New Hampshire and the lilies are yet to come. Did anyone else notice their bright yellow heads dancing valiantly in the snowy wind just last week?
Consider the daffodils. They are not stressing out over much of anything. Daffodils just ARE. Here is a chance in the middle of COVID19 for us to learn from them. They dance and thrive without a care in the world, just soaking up the love that is at the heart of Creation. They don’t seem to be worried about much of anything, let alone tomorrow. And they will soon fade away for another year. Worry changes nothing. It doesn’t prolong my life, and it might even shorten it. I will let the days fall into place and do what is put in front of me. My value lies not in what I do, but in the undeniable fact that I am loved.
“For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
and dances with the daffodils.”
Wordsworth got it. Maybe I can too.
And while you are at it, put your mask on, go stand in line at the ice cream stand (maintaining that 6 foot distance), and try a new flavor. I highly recommend Blackberry Cobbler.
