Wednesday, March 28, 2007
It is springtime here, and my computer desktop is bright with yellow tulips photographed from ground level.
The glowing tulips reach up on slender stalks toward the sunny blue sky as if stretching on tiptoe toward the source of all light.
My eye is immediately drawn to the beautiful flower at the top of each stem, almost ignoring anything else. The stems are inconspicuous and seem almost incidental in comparison to the beauty of the yellow tulip cups overflowing with sunshine.
For some reason I asked: Which of us, given the choice of being the flower or the stem, would not spontaneously choose to be the flower?
Then I thought, each tulip blossom depends on its stem to convey nourishment up from beneath the soil, and the homely stem depends in turn on the unseen parts hidden in the dark earth.
We might choose to be the tulip blossom, but the blossom could not live without the stem, while the plant could live without the blossom.