Amaryllis
This is just amazing.
Look:
Isn't it spectacular??
It really IS a miracle when you consider that it spent six months in my basement, deprived of food and water and with only a tiny bit of sunlight. I guess it was safe from freezes and parasites, but otherwise, it had to wait for the Spring to overcome its winter of deprivation.
And there it is, now, blazing forth in its loveliness. Not eaten up with bitterness at having been starved and neglected. Not keeping its fantastic blooms a secret out of spite. Just standing there in all its magnificence. Glorious and gorgeous for all of us to see and admire.
Rising up out of the dirt stronger than ever.
I want so much to be from the Amaryllis family.
Arbitrary New Year Update: I'm on Day 3 of giving up refined sugar. I have stopped wanting to kill people, which is a good thing. Even though I almost cried when I realized the dried cranberries I was eating weren't sweetened with fruit juice. So this is either the third day or the first day again. AGAIN. I don't care, I'm feeling better.
The book is coming along--I am still struggling to find my rhythm but thanks to my friend R, who has listened to me whine on and on, I have an approach. It's called: Just Telling My Story. (Radical, I know.)
Also, if you haven't joined me in writing down your resolutions, you can do so in the comments of that post (click on the blue words to be taken there to comment) until Wednesday-ish of next week and be entered for a chance to give an entire vegetable garden to an impoverished family in a third-world country. Maybe an amaryllis will be included, just for encouragement.
Look:
Isn't it spectacular??
It really IS a miracle when you consider that it spent six months in my basement, deprived of food and water and with only a tiny bit of sunlight. I guess it was safe from freezes and parasites, but otherwise, it had to wait for the Spring to overcome its winter of deprivation.
And there it is, now, blazing forth in its loveliness. Not eaten up with bitterness at having been starved and neglected. Not keeping its fantastic blooms a secret out of spite. Just standing there in all its magnificence. Glorious and gorgeous for all of us to see and admire.
Rising up out of the dirt stronger than ever.
I want so much to be from the Amaryllis family.
Arbitrary New Year Update: I'm on Day 3 of giving up refined sugar. I have stopped wanting to kill people, which is a good thing. Even though I almost cried when I realized the dried cranberries I was eating weren't sweetened with fruit juice. So this is either the third day or the first day again. AGAIN. I don't care, I'm feeling better.
The book is coming along--I am still struggling to find my rhythm but thanks to my friend R, who has listened to me whine on and on, I have an approach. It's called: Just Telling My Story. (Radical, I know.)
Also, if you haven't joined me in writing down your resolutions, you can do so in the comments of that post (click on the blue words to be taken there to comment) until Wednesday-ish of next week and be entered for a chance to give an entire vegetable garden to an impoverished family in a third-world country. Maybe an amaryllis will be included, just for encouragement.
Comments
"amaryllis" (and had no idea she had said it wrong). I figured the Texas part of you would appreciate the humor. Hugs!
Glad to hear the book is grooving along. When I need inspiration--I can't remember if I mentioned this in NYC--I reread on of my favorite writing books called "Making a Literary Life by Carolyn See.
I'm also sorry your are dealing with pain--it's exhausting.