I’m still away on vacation (this is too much fun!). Today we have another very special guest with us. Please help me welcome someone who always puts a smile on my face, Julie from Random Meanderings. Julie shares words that are spoken from the heart, always, and it’s a place I visit to be renewed and refreshed in life. For a better understanding of what Random Meanderings is, let’s listen to Julie:
“It’s the world inside my head, what I call “Julie World,” a place of color, curiosity, and exploration, of observances and emotions that are moving around in a swirl of continual wonder about anything and everything.”
Julie really embodies this and more in her writing. Check out a couple of her recent posts, including:
Julie’s words will inspire and move you. Stop by and visit, you’ll find a place to call “home” here on the Internet.
With that, I present to you, my good friend Julie, as she shares…
I heard buzzing, low-pitched and multi-toned. It sounded purposeful.
The small mesquite tree I stood under couldn’t have been more than 8’ tall, just a youngster. It had a pretty shape, full and round, because it stood alone, apart from other vegetation, growing from ground that had been cleared for future construction. By standing alone, all its branches were able to reach toward the sun without infringement from other trees or even shrubs. This allowed it to grow full and seemingly proud and looking to all directions equally.
But, for months the tree had been bare, the branches dark and leafless. It stood quietly. Even in breezes it was silent, without leaves to rustle against each other. It appeared to be like the trees in colder climates that stood dormant for months on end, looking lifeless.
Then, suddenly, overnight it seemed, new leaves appeared. Butterflies of varying colors and sizes approached. Birds small and large circled and landed. A sturdy breeze helped the branches move, and they seemed to dance with playfulness and delight. All the leaves epitomized happy movement!
Yet, when fuzzy pale yellow blossoms appeared and released their perfume, the world around that little tree sprung to full-blown activity. The lifeblood of the tree was pumping, again! More butterflies appeared, dipping their antennas to the blossoms. Huge black and orange wasps swarmed, jockeying for position, their wings making an industrious humming. Bees added hard-working buzzing sounds. All were eagerly gleaning sweet sustenance from the tree’s offering. Small black bugs half the size of my smallest fingernail crawled about the tree, over the leaves, and sat upon the yellow buds. They were so small and still that I couldn’t tell what they were about, but I knew even they were acquiring sustenance from the little tree.
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That small mesquite gave me, in the span of a minute, a glimpse into the promises of our own lives.
We all feel the ebb and flow in life. While we love the thrill of the highs, we sometimes lament the lulls, although these are our rest periods, life’s little time-outs. Everything within us slows and we become quieter. We use the time to ponder and wonder, think and process. As we do, parts of us are still quietly growing and evolving even without our active awareness. It’s good to remember that though we might at times feel overly quiet, too alone, or even empty of purpose, somewhere deep within us is the promise of our own continued growth—and of what we can give.
There are innumerable things we can offer! Each of us has something of immense value to offer the world. It might be comfort, a helping hand, or even a lesson to share. It might be the joy of companionship or perhaps simply the precious, uplifting gift of a bright, sincere smile. Kindness and laughter and hugs and stories and even the simple act of holding someone’s hand… These are the greatest of gifts—little tiny bits of ourselves. More precious than gold, they don’t cost us anything more than a smidgen of our time.
We are like the little mesquite tree: strongly rooted, patiently growing, and feeling assured of our place in the world. Ebb and flow continues throughout life. In all those ins and outs and ups and downs, we are immensely and intensely loved and nurtured and protected—by those who care for us, by our own souls, and by the infinite source of life itself. We, in turn, can offer a small token of this care to others.
Just in being ourselves, we are offering sustenance to so very many. We may never realize in just how many ways and in what magnitude our smallest of gestures or thoughts will help another. What does matter is that we express ourselves bravely and honestly, offering our little but oh-so-precious gifts to the world.
And we can be sure there is someone waiting to receive our gifts. There is always someone.
This, too, is a promise.