So this past Saturday I went for a run. And because it’s spring, and because it’s Oklahoma that means the wind blows. As was the case this past Saturday. Now the only reason I’m telling you this is because, depending on from which direction the wind is blowing – north or south (basically the only way the wind blows around here), I will determine the route for my run. I guess I should add here that I prefer to run into the wind heading out, when I have the most energy, and have the wind to my back on my way home.
Well so Saturday the wind was blowing pretty hard out of the south so I decided to run down the trail and then back up Riverside. Which I know you probably have no idea what that means, but suffice it to say, that particular route meant at the very end I was going to have to run uphill. Which I hate. But I hate running into the wind along Riverside worse. So it was the lesser of two evils.
Now this particular street is kind of run down. And I don’t mean as in unsafe (my mom would have a cow if it was). It’s just an old neighborhood with old houses in varying stages of renovation. The sidewalks are in bad shape and some of the yards are kind of overgrown. But with the exception of it being a long, steep hill…I don’t know…there’s something kind of charming about it.
Well as I started making my way uphill (I swear no matter which way I run, it’s always uphill all the way home), I happened to be looking down as to not break my ankle on the sweet gum balls that were scattered everywhere. And then I noticed that there were spiderwort flowers coming up everywhere in the sidewalk.
Literally, these little purple flowers where coming up out of every crack in the sidewalk.
They were even coming up in the cracks of these broken stairs.
And you know…something about it just spoke to my world-weary soul. And all the way home I was thinking about this – how even in the midst of this run-down, broken-down sidewalk, there could be something so sweet and so beautiful.
And without sounding to ‘out there’, it’s not as if this little flower knew I would be running by and decided to bloom to make me happy. Because oh my gosh this little flower just made me so happy. No, this little flower is here growing and blooming because that is its only purpose – grow, bloom, make seeds. And repeat. Just keep on keeping on. Even in the midst of less than ideal conditions.
Like I said, I was thinking about this all the way home. How even in the midst of this often seemingly, broken-down world there is still so much beauty. But it’s up to us to continue to grow and bloom. To persevere. Even in less than ideal conditions. And we have to share it. You and me.
And don’t even try to tell me that you don’t have anything beautiful to share. Because whether it’s your photos or your art. Or your voice or your music. You have something beautiful to share. Or maybe it’s your beautiful smile or your witty sense of humor. Or maybe it’s your compassionate heart or strong arms. Even if it’s your intellect or your strong work-ethic….you have something beautiful to share.
It doesn’t matter if what you have to share is refined and pedigreed and you have a great stage on which to share it with the world. Or rather, if yours is humble and ordinary and self-taught and sits in a tiny corner of the blogosphere. Whatever beauty you have to share….share it. Right where you are. Even if it’s not perfected yet. Even if you are unsure. I beg you. I implore you. I beseech you. Share it. Because you have it and the world so desperately needs it.
I have to confess that this kind of pushy blog post is not my normal thing. And I just want to state for the record that I am not so naive to think that a little flower can change the world or prevent bombers from bombing. But just maybe, it might make the world a teeny bit better. Maybe keep hope alive. And I think that’s a good enough place to start.
Barbara Hurst says
that is such a beautiful post Kelly, and you are right in every way. Good heart and love the flowers that bloom in adversity.
What a great post Kelly! It so encouraging to be reminded that in spite of those that choose to make opposition, there are those that choose to be positive and move forward. Love your photos of the spiderworts!
Linda Kittmer says
Lovely post Kelly. The photos of that street and those pretty purple flowers are lovely. I was chuckling to myself about running the hills. I live in a place called Halton Hills and as an avid cyclist, I can tell you it is very appropriately named! I generally do 1.5 to 2 hour rides, and it seems I’m going up huge hills no matter what route I choose!
Love, love, love the positive attitude in this post! We have to stay positive, strong … hopeful … or “they” win. We’re not gonna let that happen! (I used to have the same problem when I was cycling … headwinds and hills. Ugh!)
Oh, Kelly! This is just what I think about when I go out for my runs (and I’m totally screwed when it comes to hills, seeing that our neighborhood is perched on top of one and the only way back home is to run uphill, and usually in a very stiff south wind!) and I make it a point to look around me to find something beautiful. I’ve actually made it into a game: I count how much wildlife I can find and then report back to my family that night at supper (today I counted 9 bunny rabbits). This is such an affirming post, not pushy one bit.
We don’t know each other, and I can’t remember how I stumbled onto your blog. Thanks so much for this post….and for your others. Your outlook makes me smile, and your photography is beautiful. I think your blog is the only one I regularly read where I don’t personally know the author. And…I’m glad I do. It is a treasure
Kelly, Thank you for your thoughts. They are salve for our weariness this week. I know just what you mean about flowers coming through cracks. Poking up to cheer us on. My favorite photo is the last one. Lovely purple flower 🙂
thank you for the reminder!
Cathy H. says
A beautiful and healing post! We can learn so many lessons if we slow down and look deeply at nature!
Lovely post and those little flowers are gorgeous.
Persistence with Joy! I agree with Dotti, sometimes it’s such a struggle to stay positive, to hope when everything goes wrong and the world seems like a dark, dreary and dreadful place. Thank God for spiderworts, thank God for the cracks, thank God for daughters who “look beyond the obvious” and give us encouragement to do so as well. Love you sis!
Beautiful photography. And, if nothing else, that little flower has mademyour world and my world a little better. Thank you.