The brilliant red of poppies sparking the wheat fields –an indelible souvenir for me of France, and of a lifting of my heart and spirits in a particular way. But I’ve never been able to describe it so clearly as Karl Duffy does on his blog, Mindful Balance:
“I love this time of year when the poppies grow alongside and inside the fields of wheat. With the wind of today and yesterday they sway, attracting our attention as we walk along the lanes. They are a splash of colour on a grey day. However they do more. They are, as Mary Oliver says, an invitation to happiness. And then it dawns on me that innumerable things each day are the same. Sure, like every one of us, I am tempted, from time to time, to “drown” in moments of darkness, but so many things – like these flowers – remind me that I am given opportunities each day to collect moments of colour, little miracles of light , that give me courage to go on and renew my joy. They invite me to not just live life, but to celebrate it.”
The joy of life, the celebration —despite the temptation to drown in the inevitable moments of darkness — it’s all here, including the text of Mary Oliver’s poem “Poppies,” on Mindful Balance. For me, and Karl Duffy, and Mary Oliver, it may be poppies. And for you?