I have a jar of wilted roses in front of my happy light. It’s a wonder my office doesn’t smell like roasted roses, because the happy light has been on for about 12 hours. By the way, a happy light is artificial sunlight, and if you don’t turn it off after 30 minutes, it can catch fire. Maybe it’s the cold or maybe it’s luck, but my flowers (that I’ve had since August) haven’t caught fire yet. Or my house. It’s all right, it’s all good. Have a good time.
And I think about my roses not catching fire, and what it means from a metaphorical standpoint, because I catch on fire frequently. Right now my shoulders and right knee are on fire. But it’s all right, it’s all good. Have a good time. I guess. As far as mornings go this isn’t too bad even though my dad broke the coffee pot. I guess it’s a penny arcade.
But I guess if you’re a rose, even when you’re really dead, long dead, you’re beautiful. And I think about all the times I’ve felt dead inside for years, such as wasting my childhood and teenage years feeling empty inside – and not in the emotional sense. I couldn’t feel anything. Until I took yoga in college for three semesters, I couldn’t see anything. I wasn’t aware of the world around me. It was like having tunnel vision. What I saw was a laser focused object right in front of me in order for me to move. Other times, when I didn’t have an object, it was all a gray or black blur.
See, the beauty was still there for me, even after I came back to life and gained my vision back. The wilted jar of roses is still beautiful, though not socially acceptable, although my fiancé has not said anything about it.
I’m on The Latest Kate’s emailing list and today’s illustration really struck me. It was a pink dragon (!favorite! thing!) that read “Sometimes all we can focus on is making it through the day. And that is enough.”
Just make it through today and you can still have your unburnt jar of dead roses that are still somehow beautiful, and make it to the next morning to have a pink dragon cheering you on (and a plethora of other blessings).
So, a recap:
Pocket full of starlight: there’s lots of beautiful things to see in this world, even if you arrive late.
Pocket full of darkness: you might set your house on fire in the process.