In our small balcony we have several flowering plants. Some have been with us for years and others we have collected during our travels and here in Florida. Amongst them is a rose plant that blooms bountifully, yielding sometimes 15 blossoms. Cold weather in my part of the world has stymied this proliferous plant. It has one lone rose bud and knowing how tender they can be I half expected it to shrivel up and die. Not this bud! It stands there stolidly pointing its head up.
The bud seems to be saying – I’ll be patient for as long as it takes. I will fulfil my purpose as a bud. I will blossom one day to reveal the deepest and most beautiful part of me. So every morning I wake up and look outside to see the bud as it was – big and rosy, waiting to burst into bloom. I don’t want to rush it. I don’t want to push it. I know that could have a disastrous effect. So I wait with it.
I remember going to a temple once and getting a lotus bud. It is a sacred symbol in many religions and spiritual practices. So I hold onto it reverently until I get home. I put it in a tall vase filled with water. I watch it every day, waiting for it to open up. But it simply refuses to bloom. Me in my impatience (so characteristic of youth) tried to pry it open. I pull the petals apart but the result is not pretty. It ended up being neither a bud nor a flower. I discard it with a heavy heart.
When I look at my brave little rose bud outside, I marvel at its quiet strength. I would wish that kind of strength on my former self. The young 20 something, full of potential and raring to go only to be stalled by less than optimum circumstances. Circumstances over which I had no control whatsoever. But for which I took all the blame. Unlike the rose I felt crushed, defeated and hung my head in shame. I even forgot that inside of me was this radiance that would never dim. Unlike the rose I forgot to put on a brave face, stand tall and wait it out until the heavens smiled down on me.
So valiant bud I bow to thee. Ever so silently you have shown me a lesson worthy of emulation. As things get tough as they are wont to, let me remember you, your graceful beauty and strength to stand up against all odds and triumph. I see today that you have bloomed and fulfilled your destiny as a perfect flower in perfect weather.
10 thoughts on “The Rose that Couldn’t Bloom”
thank u for this positive and uplifting write-up. these are words to remember and live by in down days.
D, this article truly reflects your site punctuatelife.com … to pause, breathe and relax! Sometimes (mostly) we’re so caught up in our lives with daily chores, work and kids, your writing brings light to the other inspirational forms of life other than us humans. Loved it!
Thanks A! Loved writing it 🙂
This gave me goosebumps. So many parallel lines can be drawn with this post. Brilliant writing girl!
Thanks Kalai 🙂
thank u for this wonderful write up. i happened to read this early in the morning when i was really feeling a bit low. it is a totally posivite sight put in a beautiful language. though you are much younger to me l earn a lot of from you. proud of you molu.:)
Thank you Latha chechi. Your comment means a lot to me. I look up to you and admire you as a wonderful mom, wife, teacher and daughter. Blessed to have you in my life.
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Exceptionally wonderful post from a very talented girl. Enjoyed, paused and blessed with every line in this post and yes it’s these silent warriors that teaches the best lessons of our lives
Thanks Hema. I like how you called the rose a silent warrior. So true! It didn’t complain or quit. It simply fought on.