In times of trouble, it is usually necessary we hold on to beautiful things, places and events to stir up little droplets of smiles. Small smiles that can turn sour minds sweet.
Small beautiful things like the innocent laughter of a little child, the facial expression of an eternally greatful heart, a hopeless display of affection and the feminine expression of surprise.
Beautiful places like the open horizon at the sea shore, the open wild. Beauties of the floral parts of plants. Natures soothing open museum.
This brings into my memory the pleasing sensational relief of years back.
I had just lost both of my parents to a wild fire in the farm. And throughout the period, while my siblings threatened to jump into the grave with my parents, I was consoled by the little butterflies that visited the beautiful sunflower my mom tendered in the back garden, stupid as it may seem, I was relieved by it.
I'll sit and watch them feed and fly about. Flapping their brownish wings rythmically to which I resonate a beat to. I'll sit there all day, ignoring the solemn gathering at the front of my house.
I was 10, so I understood what losing my parents meant. .But it just looked like I was already adapting to a new family immediately. The family of beautiful non-worried loving butterflies.
It helped my pain heal quickly. So instead of the memory of the dismise of my parents, it was the memory of beauty. God's beauty.
Now I'm 24, and I look back to those moments and I'm like WOW, nature really is a default remedy to every problem. Just the right doze at the right time. Time heals, beauty heals, aroma/scent heals.
#Emmariyoung, a voice.
Photo credit; Mamzee.bloom
