there was a dearth of flowers in my world for a while, and now a flood. new flowers arrive almost daily. yesterday i received gladiolas. if you’ve never received gladiolas, then you’d probably be unprepared with the proper vase to hold them. a tall, hefty, heavy vase works best for gladiolas. i once had a proper vase to fit gladiolas, but it disappeared during a massive purge of stuff a few moves ago. yesterday i improvised with liquor bottles that hadn’t made it to the recycling bin yet.
i bought gladiolas for others for a decade before i received them as a gift. i didn’t realize when giving them how much i was asking of the receiver to contain them. i bought them because they’re huge, multiples-to-a-bunch, and cheap. i figured that with flowers, bigger is better, more is better, and i could buy even more if they’re cheap. once i’d experienced the thick and tall-stalked responsibility of displaying gladiolas that were given to me, i became more conscientious about when and to whom i gave them.
in the several years since i had given or received gladiolas, i’d forgotten that each day brings new blooms. today twice as many flowers have unfolded from the three foot stalks than were open yesterday. i am surrounded by blooming flower magic. i’m surprised how much happiness loosens in my heart when i look around my living room and see them in every corner. i’m surprised by any and every happiness, especially a multiplying simple kind of happiness that surges to bless me more and more frequently.
i want to buy you all gladiolas. i want to provide you with tall hefty heavy ceramic vases painted with abstract waterfalls of colors. i want to give you this magic happiness that doubles its blooms overnight for a few nights in a row. i want to see your face when you realize how easily you can let yourself be loved more, feel more joy, and appreciate magic awaiting you in every common moment.