One of the things I love about living in Brisbane is the preponderance of exotic blooms that are to be found on every street and their magical scent that almost makes the oppressive heat of summer bearable.
My most favourite of these blooms is the delicately scented and aesthetically beautiful frangipani. I cannot walk past a scattering of them on the footpath without picking them up and inhaling their intoxicating scent.
I am lucky to have one at the entrance to the property in which I am currently living and love being surprised by its wonderful fragrance every time I go out the gate.
Yesterday morning I was opening the front door to let in some much needed air when I spotted a single frangipani blossom out on the little deck. I immediately went out and picked it up and wondered as to how it had gotten there as the frangipani tree is at the bottom of a set of stairs and there had been no wind sufficient enough to blow it up. I picked it up and inhaled it’s mesmerising aroma. I looked at it, beguiled by its simple beauty and asked it, “how did you get here?”
No sooner had I asked the question when a voice sounded in my head and it said, “wonder not about how we get to the places where we want to go, just trust that we get there in the end.”
Well you could have blown me down with a frangipani blossom! Never was a message so apt and so badly needed.
Trust is not something that comes naturally for me but maybe that little flower was telling me to inhale, breathe and for once in my life trust that there are greater forces at work in my life that will lead me to the places I want to be. Just for once maybe I don’t have to steer my ship through unknown waters, perhaps it’s time for me to let go of the wheel for a while and let another shipmate take control. As life throws me yet another curveball, maybe just this once I will trust and let go.