on mexican petunias and hummingbirds
We had some friends to our home recently, and in anticipation of their arrival, Marcus ran out and bought a couple of plants for the pots in our entryway. This flower is called a Mexican petunia, and I have to admit that when I saw its floppy petals, there was a part of me that wondered what about this plant appealed to him.
But that was before the hummingbirds came.
Within an hour of placing them in the pot, about a half a dozen hummingbirds showed up at our doorstep to drink its nectar. When I saw this, I squealed: my country, Trinidad, is actually known as “The Land of the Hummingbirds,” and while I certainly knew Texas has hummingbirds, I hadn’t seen that many in one spot since I left Trinidad. It was glorious.
Needless to say, our entire front garden bed is now filled with Mexican petunias.
Because I’ll take a happy accident and turn it into an intentional creation of joy any day.
Sometimes I need a moment.
I may have gone overboard with the Mexican petunias.
You matter. And you create evidence every day, whether you know it or not.
It’s time to relax, friends.
What if you already knew how to take care of yourself?
Your life is amazing. You have the evidence to prove it.
I’m getting keenly aware of time.
Definitely not the sort of person you meet every day.
Be better than authentic.
My friend Jenny told a ghost story, which reminded me of one of my own.