I planted seeds in my little garden this year. I have never planted seeds before because I am not a very patient person and waiting for the little green shoots to rise above the ground was just too much for me. But this year, I thought I would give it a try. I thought it would be a good metaphor for me to plant something and watch it grow, much as I have many times, planted thoughts, dreams and affirmations and watched many of them become a reality. And so in the Spring of this year, I planted my garden. I chose many types of flowers and among them, Morning Glories. Within a month, many of the other flowers were bursting through the earth, but not the Morning Glories. Each morning I would run outside to check on them and nothing, nothing for several weeks more. I was about to give up on them. I was sure that they just did not 'take' so to speak. And then one day, it happened! They had broken through the earth and were starting to climb. And climb and climb and climb they did....with their big beautiful heart shaped leaves. And so the saga continued, nothing for weeks and weeks and weeks but more and more beautiful leaves. And I thought to myself, "Well, leaves are nice, but that is all I will probably get at this point." And then one fine and glorious morning, there it was, the most beautiful sky-blue morning glory I have ever seen!!! It seemed like a miracle to me. I had waited over 3 months for this one delicate, funnel-shaped flower to show up and now here it was, in all its splendor. It reminded me of just how many times I had waited in life for something I had longed for and how incredible it felt when it finally arrived and also how many times, that I had wanted to throw in the towel and just give up. But I wasn't prepared for what was to happen next with these little flowers and I was surprised and deeply saddened by it. Roses and geraniums and daisies and most other flowers bloom and stay around for a while but not Morning Glories. Morning Glories open themselves up to the world, in the morning, in all of their glory, hence the name Morning Glory. And if you look closely at them, you will see how extraordinary they are both in colour and texture and that in their centre is a kind of golden light that shines from within. But here is the hard part... At the end of the day, they turn a most beautiful shade of lavender, and then close up, wither and die. They live for only one day and then they are gone. I cannot tell you how much this saddened me and what a profound effect this little flower had upon my life. I kept thinking how sad to be so beautiful and live for only one day. And then I suddenly realized what a gift they were. You see it doesn't matter how long your life is. It only matters that you were here, in all your glory, that you opened up completely and let your light shine and that you brought joy to those who came into contact with you. That's what matters to the morning glory and that's what really matters to all of us. The morning glories make me appreciate every new day now, in a way I didn't before. Each evening I go and visit with them knowing those particular ones won't be here tomorrow, new ones will take their place. If we knew when we woke up in the morning, that we only had that one day to really live, life would be very different indeed for many of us. Now, each morning I give thanks that I have been given the gift of another day in all its glory. We can learn from all of life if we remain open to the beauty that is all around us. And nature can be one of our greatest teachers. What a profound lesson from such a simple flower. ...Thank you, my sweet little morning glories!