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  •    I have commented different times on how I enjoy getting emails whether they be messages, jokes or inspirational messages. I am selfish I know in that I so enjoy getting them but so often can’t reply as I would like.

Recently, I received a very inspirational message from Brenda. Brenda is such a nice lady I am claiming her as a relative, even though technically I suppose she is not. She is my brother’s, wife’s, sister. But I don’t care about technicalities, so Brenda I am both pleased and proud to have you as part of my family. Brenda is a big support sending me messages on a daily basis. One recent message really struck at my heart. It in fact summarizes so much of what I have tried to say. I have tried a couple of times to paraphrase or summarize it but just can’t. I do not know the original source of the message but my acknowledgement, thanks and blessings to who ever. It has taken me a few days to learn to cut and paste but hey, I finally got it done.

The message:
>>> >>
>>> >>Several times my daughter had telephoned to say,
>>> >>”Mother, you must come to see the daffodils before they are over.”
>>> >>I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake
>>Arrowhead
>>> >>”I will come next Tuesday”, I promised a little reluctantly on
>>> her >>third
>>> >>call.
>>> >>
>>> >>Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and
>>reluctantly
>>> >>I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn’s house I
>>> was >>welcomed
>>> >>by
>>> >>the joyful sounds of happy children. I delightedly hugged and
>>> greeted >>my
>>> >>grandchildren.
>>> >>
>>> >>”Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in these clouds
>>and
>>> >>fog,
>>> >>and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I
>>> >>want
>>> >>to see badly enough to drive another inch!”
>>> >>
>>> >>My daughter smiled calmly and said, “We drive in this all the time,
>>> >>Mother.”
>>> >>”Well, you won’t get me back on the road until it clears, and then I’m
>>> >>heading
>>> >>for home!” I assured her.
>>> >>
>>> >>”But first we’re going to see the daffodils. It’s just a few blocks,”
>>> >>Carolyn said.
>>> >>”I’ll drive. I’m used to this.”
>>> >>
>>> >>”Carolyn,” I said sternly, “Please turn around.”
>>> >>”It’s all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if
>>you
>>> >>miss this
>>> >>experience.”
>>> >>
>>> >>After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and
>>> I >>saw
>>a
>>> >>small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand lettered sign
>>> >>with
>>> >>an
>>> >>arrow that read, “Daffodil Garden.” We got out of the car, each took a
>>> >>child’s
>>> >>hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, as we turned
>>> a >>corner,
>>I
>>> >>looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight.
>>> >>
>>> >>
>>> >>
>>> >>It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it
>>> >>over
>>> >>the mountain peak and its surrounding slopes. The flowers were planted
>>in
>>> >>majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange,
>>> >>creamy
>>> >>white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, and saffron and butter yellow. Each
>>> >>different
>>> >>colored variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and
>>flowed
>>> >>like its
>>> >>own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.
>>> >>
>>> >>
>>> >> “Who did this?” I asked Carolyn. “Just one woman,” Carolyn answered.
>>> >>”She
>>> >>lives on the property. That’s her home.” Carolyn pointed to a well-kept
>>> >>A-frame house, small and modestly sitting in the midst of all that
>>glory.
>>> >>We
>>> >>walked up to the house.
>>> >>
>>> >> On the patio, we saw a poster. “Answers to the Questions I Know You
>>Are
>>> >>Asking”, was the headline. The first answer was a simple one. “50,000
>>> >>bulbs,
>>> >> it read. The second answer was, “One at a time, by one woman. Two
>>hands,
>>> >>two feet, and one brain.” The third answer was, “Began in 1958.”
>>> >>
>>> >> For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this
>>> >>woman
>>> >>whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun, one
>>> >>bulb
>>> >>at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure
>>> >>mountaintop.
>>> >>Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had
>>> >>forever
>>> >>changed the world in which she lived. One day at a time, she
>>> had >>created
>>> >>something of extraordinary magnificence, beauty, and inspiration. The
>>> >>principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles
>>of
>>> >>celebration.
>>> >>
>>> >>
>>> >>
>>> >> That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a
>>> >>time–often just one baby-step at time–and learning to love the doing,
>>> >>learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces
>>of
>>> >>time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can
>>> >>accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world .
>>> >>
>>> >> “It makes me sad in a way,” I admitted to Carolyn. “What might I have
>>> >>accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty
>>> >>years
>>> >>ago and had worked away at it ‘one bulb at a time’ through all those
>>> >>years?
>>> >>Just think what I might have been able to achieve!”
>>> >>
>>> >> My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way.
>>> >>Start tomorrow,” she said.
>>> >>
>>> >> She was right. It’s so pointless to think of the lost hours of
>>> >>yesterdays.
>>> >>The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for
>>> >>regret is to only ask, “How can I put this to use today?”
>>> >>
>>> >> Use the Daffodil Principle Stop waiting…..
>>> >> Until your car or home is paid off
>>> >> Until you get a new car or home
>>> >> Until your kids leave the house
>>> >> Until you go back to school
>>> >> Until you finish school
>>> >> Until you clean the house
>>> >> Until you organize the garage
>>> >> Until you clean off your desk
>>> >> Until you lose 10 lbs.
>>> >> Until you gain 10 lbs.
>>> >> Until you get married
>>> >> Until you get a divorce
>>> >> Until you have kids
>>> >> Until the kids go to school
>>> >> Until you retire
>>> >> Until summer
>>> >> Until spring
>>> >> Until winter
>>> >> Until fall
>>> >> Until you die…
>>> >>
>>> >>There is no better time than right now to be happy.
>>> >>Happiness is a journey, not a destination.
>>> >>So work like you don’t need money.
>>> >>Love like you’ve never been hurt, and, Dance like no one’s watching.
>>> >>
>>> >>If you want to brighten someone’s day, pass this on to someone special.
>>> >>I just did!
>>> >>
>>> >>Wishing you a beautiful, daffodil day!
>>> >>
>>> >>Don’t be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin

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3 Comments »

  1. 1
    helenl Says:

    Thank you.

    ~You should visit Hudds blog (if you haven’t already)

  2. 2
    Marti Says:

    Just over from Antique Mommy’s blog and didn’t expect to get such a profound message and to get teary over it, for crying out loud! Thank you, and thanks to Brenda. Waiting until all conditions are right means never, ever beginning. Take care.

  3. 3

    Marti! I copied the story from here…

    http://hudds53.wordpress.com/

    Lots of people have ‘snagged’ the story!


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