Saturday, August 1, 2009

Flowers

I bought my wife flowers today. A breath of spring wrapped in color.

Amid the ensuing affectionate embrace, a little voice asked why does she get flowers?

Because that’s how much I love her, resulting in more affection, of course, and the sound of rummaging in the junk drawer.

Scissors in hand the boys marched out the door, purpose in their eyes. Scant moments later, arms heavy with flowers the boys pronounced this is how much we love you. Then turned to me, with wickedness in their grins and mouthed…more than you.

I would say the jagged stems that now crown the brush in the flower bed protest the same.

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I knew a girl in high school, the kind that boys turn to stare at as she walks down the hall, giving a heat index. She lived her rating, like a choice steak at the butcher market. It became her.

The thing about a steak is, even though its wrapped in cellophane, the more it gets poked the worse it starts to look. Poke it enough, it starts to change color and spoil. Eventually it gets stamped only for animal consumption. Thus is life in the meat market.

The thing is, she was not the only victim. The guys that chased her, they became the game. Their identity became wrapped in how many people you can tag before you get out. In their quest for manhood, they lost their humanity.

If she became the meat, they became the monster.

You can only play that game for so long before you end up feeling like the bush my boys desecrated to show their endearing love. Everything pretty is gone.

When you don’t feel pretty, you’ll take what you can get. Just to make you feel alive.

And I’m not just talking about sex. Am I?

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Inside the scarred stems of the bush lies a seed of new life, ready to burst forth with the proper care and love. My wife still sees the innate beauty in the flower bed, reminding her of the love that went into it and came out of it. Much like she did me.

Seeing that in each other makes us human. Bringing it out in each other, that’s divine.

27 comments:

Pastor Sharon said...

Brian, this analogy of life is so beautiful.. . and so true! Thank you!

Joanna Jenkins said...

You bought your wife flowers? How sweet!

Do you have a brother? Cuz I have a realllly great sister I'd like to introduce him too :-)

Great post Brian.

JOHN said...

BRIAN,
vERY WELL TOLD.yOU HAVE A GIFT OF DETAILING A STORY AND MAKING IT ALL TIE TOGETHER.i PICTURED EVERY MINUTE AS I READ. AND WHAT YOU WROTE IS SO TRUE.(SORRY ABOUT THE CAPS ITS1.30A.M. AND IM STILL UP
GOD BLES YOU
BRO.JOHN

Cinnamon said...

No you are not just talking about sex. You are talking about every person who is leading humiliated lives through drug or alcohol abuse, domestic abuse, political abuse, homelessness, seekers of asylum, victims of war crimes, victims of HIV/Aids, poverty...

People who see the seed of innate beauty and spend their lives nurturing it, people like Maitri of The Soaring Impulse for example (see my blog roll), people who walk the talk with their faith, are to be hugely admired. Many of us will have had a see-the-seed moment in our own lives which will have prompted an act of compassion.

But whether this 'bringing out' is a divine act, I am not sure...

Candie Bracci said...

This is so beautiful Brian!

Cinnamon said...

I take back what I said. I have just been to Maithri's blog and now I am crying...

Mrsupole said...

Priceless!!!

God bless.

Wings said...

Wonderful post. It's too bad some 'flower beds' never get that chance to rebloom under the right care.

subtorp77 said...

Brian, I'm seeing them just havin' a go at the flower bed, cutters poised for the attack! ACH! No worries tho'. The seeds were planted....the roots took hold and embraced the soil...much like you embrace family, yes? THey should continue to grow!

Sheer coincidence; I finally transplanted Mom's begonias, yesterday....

Brian Miller said...

@Pastor Sharon - smiles.

@joanna - lol. my brother is already married...my boys are 4 and six...so there might be a wait...lol. and i was not even in the dog house...

@john - thanks man. hope you got some rest.

@cinnamon - our ability to bring out the beauty in people touches on something greater than human for me because it gives life and hope in an otherwise desolate world...nice list, i need to hire you.

@candie - ty.

@mrsu - smiles.

@ings - it is. its rather heart breaking. i work with several sexually abused kids for instance...sometimes i wonder if they will bloom again.

@subs - lol. we knew what they were doing. too priceless to stop them, we just watched. they will be back. yeah, transplanting can be hard work. sure she appreciated it.

Jen of A2eatwrite said...

Beautiful and true. I'm in awe of your ability to communicate in such a sweet, open manner.

Goofball said...

I totally love it that they went to cut flowers. So sweet.

otin said...

It's certainly ashame that the world has to be such a visual place, imagine how different relationships would be if we didn't get to get over the whole "looks" thing?

Beth said...

You say the nicest things in the nicest way. I really like that about your writing.

And how noble that you speak of your love for your wife. I love when people are happy like that.

Lorraine said...

I don't know what to say, 3 different aspects all natural and well-intentioned, it's rather wondrous :)

Michael Rawluk said...

Your sons will grow to be caring, understanding men. With you as a father, they have to.

California Girl said...

your writing is so dep sometimes. first story, a lovely and tale with a cute twist. second story, a cautionary tale with a very sad undercurrent.

good stuff.

Betsy said...

The analogy is wonderful!

And your wife is a lucky lady!

Micaela said...

You are too sweet! And such a great husband, so caring and loving. Your wife and kids are lucky to have you. So true, those words, you wrote so beautifully.

Thanks for the sweet comment on my guest blog post, too!

xoxo,
Micaela

Lola said...

Beautifully written. I am touched by your love and your family. I hope to one day come scross a good man like yourself, because I'm so tired of being alone. These portraits of your daily life are so inspiring.
Admirable

Ciao
Lola xx

lakeviewer said...

Lord, you got ages of wisdom up in your arms today.

The Retired One said...

I couldn't have said it any better or agree with you more.

Some flowers get pressed in a book to dry out to be kept forever because they were so beautiful. I say, that is a dis-service to that flowers beauty. Embrace it with all your might when it is in its glory, treasure it as it ages all the more and then let it go when it is its time. Only use lovely memories of its beauty to memorialize it.

Baino said...

Have you noticed that the most beautiful blooms come from rather ordinary plants? Magnolia trees, Hibiscus, Frangipani, Roses with their prickly thorns. Somehow with flowers, we look past the ugly base and just see the blooms . . .shame we can't do that with people.

Debo Hobo said...

Such a full circle moment...

Siobhan said...

I think I needed to read this. Thank you for helping me to find your blog!

sheila said...

The high school give part was amazingly written. I'm actually gonna have my kids read this one.

Stacy (the Random Cool Chick) said...

You are truly a rare gem that actually leads by example. Your sons future wives are certainly going to have you and your wife to thank for instilling all this greatness in them. :)