Friday, October 22, 2010

Flowers To Avoid

There are people who face issues head on, and there are those who fold like a shrinking violet.

You, my friend, are a world-class shrinking violet. How sad that you are pretty but your spine is too soft to stand straight. You bruise easily under the softest pressure too. Poor are the people who admire you from afar, only to come close and see your true smallness.

You may now join the club of Morning Glory, Mimosa aka makahiya, and night-blooming Water Lily.

One is perky, colorful and vibrant in the beginning (of the day) but as soon as it feels the heat (of the sun), it closes up and selfishly keeps its color to itself.

Another shuts its leaves upon any touch (intimacy), and even has thorns to further protect it from "harm".

And the last one blooms stunning (only at night) when it is alone and the rest of the world is asleep. It hides its true beauty by pretending to be a useless pod during the day.

I wish I could meet a chrysanthemum -- Not my usual type (of flower) but it has a strong stem, abundant dark leaves and lots of layers (of petals). It doesn't smell either, neither good nor bad. I can live with that, and its dependable lushness. I have no need for the exotic, the hard to find or the false.

My dear Chrysanthemum, you have the ability to replace the dead rose in my heart...

Friday, October 8, 2010

Dear Food,

You are the one constant in my life.

If there is something wrong with you, it's 100% my fault. I probably didn't treat you right.

You are there in good times and bad, and I can't imagine laughing or crying without you.

Satisfaction in your company is a given, not just a possibility.

I would never throw you away! Every part of you is important and I cherish you always.

You are so important to me that I would choose you over other people.

You fill me up, in more ways than one.

Even when you're bad for me, I still want you!

You helped me raise my boys to be strong, and fast, and smart, and healthy.

If you could talk back, I'm sure you would say I Love You Too.

Always,

Merry Widow