What if We're All Violets?


It seems like a strange comparison or connection, doesn't it? On one hand, strong, conscious, rational human beings; on the other, small, delicate flowers, so dainty that they could be easily whisked away.

Yesterday, I heard a story that was poignant, simple yet deeply rapturous in a way.

Every Tuesday morning, a group of (mostly) women meet at our Episcopal church to discuss a book. In this case we're reading "Braiding Sweetgrass" by Robin Wall Kimmerer – one of my very favorites.

Even though I've already read it, I wanted to be part of a deeper discussion on this one. It's enriching to hear everyone's unique personal experiences with Nature, and their personal learnings.

Yesterday, one woman spoke of her experiences in "rescuing" African violets (from various stores) who were lacking water and becoming weak. She's been doing this for many years and is now humorously known as the "violet rescuer" in her family.

She spoke of watching that the violets do much better when they're placed next to other violets – leaves touching. They actually needed it. It has happened so many times that it has become a "given" to her in providing a safe nurturing place for them to grow and thrive. The picture of the (otherwise invisible but very real} energy of love and connection was right there as she told the story.

Aren't we all like this? Although we may seem strong and brave on the outside, there's a delicate part of our own inner nature, where love, connection, understanding and safety are needed for us to thrive.

It's a helpful image to keep in mind as we interact with others, isn't it?

With love,