This morning I look out my front door and see the morning glories. They always make me smile.
When we were living in New Mexico, we had a whole string of morning glories on our back fence. I used to stand by the back sliding door in the early morning hours and look at their beautiful dark blue faces looking out at me. They seemed such a contrast, these flowers, with the wide dusty desert behind them.
It always amazed me that such delicate flowers could exist in such hostile climate. The hot desert sun made their show of color last only briefly and in the earliest part of the day, which made glimpsing their beauty all that much more special.
In ways I could not comprehend then, but am realizing now, they were an inspiration to me, speaking to me about the stubborn insistence of beauty to exist even in the harshest conditions and the power that lies within that which seems so fragile and vulnerable. They were telling me to hang in there.
Some part of me must have heard, must have responded with my own fierce “yes” within the petals of my own tender youth.
It’s funny, how we often feel like we’re alone, but support exists all around us and is offered and we accept, even when we don’t know we are.
It still makes a difference.
