It's a Lush Life


Hello friends,

The yuccas are in full bloom right now, with dense clusters of creamy blossoms heavy as bells on tall stalks. This type of yucca is a spiky, unassuming plant when not in bloom, and then _bam_there is an astonishing wealth of flowers.

While walking to a writing date the other week, I paused at a large grouping of these flowering plants, growing on the edge of a parking lot behind a chain link fence. The blossoms were buzzing with the activity of industrious bees. I paused a while to watch them. From the corner of my eye, a young man with a tall walking stick approached on the sidewalk. I turned slightly to greet him.

“There are a lot of bees!” I said.

He paused with me to admire the abundantly flowering plants and insects, two humans on a city street, enjoying a moment. We exchanged some pleasantries, and then went our opposite ways.

Even in the midst of concrete and steel, it’s a lush life, my friends. Plants are heavy with flowers, bees are hard at work. All it takes is a moment to notice, and to share that moment if the opportunity presents itself.

What feels lush in your life right now? What feels abundantly rich? And how can you share that?

Back when I was much poorer financially than I am right now, I would say “we are rich in cutlery” to my partner at the time, because we happened to have way more in the kitchen drawer than two people needed. It was also a reminder that, despite not having money, we still had a lot, especially compared to the people who came to the soup kitchen I worked at then.

We are all rich in something, even when times feel hard. What are you rich in? What reminds you life is lush?

Best wishes — Thorn



T. Thorn Coyle

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