I love lilacs. When I see them, purple and fragrant, hanging in great gobs of lovely, they make my heart beat. They bring sweet smiles to my face. They remind me to breathe deeply.
I passed many lilacs today and had to stop and pull over at one particularly beautiful bunch. I pulled off to the side of the road, snuck up to a lilac bush and stuck my head all the way in. I was so far in the flowers I could taste the purple at the back of my throat and nose. Lilac purple is sweet and overwhelming (but in a good way).
I did some thinking with my head in those flowers- clear thinking without the mish mash of other obligations and distractions. I like to think of it as "lilac thinking" and it was very profound as it tends to be.
I thought,
Even in all my imperfections, I still try.
Even in all the heartache in this world, I still love and am amazed at the love given to me.
Even in the middle of this neighborhood, there is such beauty.
I smiled and inhaled the purple and remembered that it is all a gift.
Then I smiled and giggled and got back in my car and hoped the lilac owner didn't mind me sharing the bounty of the spring that happened to be on his lawn.
Deep purple happiness- an everyday (April and May) miracle!
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