You can call me flower

You can call me flower

This story starts about a week ago, well actually the dream for it I have in my heart since childhood.

One morning Ellen walks into the house, bringing me great news. She had just seen the most beautiful big friendly skunk. “Oh, I want to see it too!” I announce and run out the door to find this cool visitor. But he or she is not to be found anywhere.

I always wanted to see a skunk. I think they are beautiful creatures.

A little disappointed I get back to breakfast and carry on with my lovely day.

Next morning I walk up to the Monastery quite early to prepare breakfast. And guess who crosses my path? Yuppie, the skunk is on its morning tour. It is big! It is beautiful. Quietly, I watch it for a while until it peacefully wanders off.

Ah, what a blessing, it is fun living the dream. We all have different dreams, smile.

Today, before breakfast I join Herb and Ruby for the last bit of their morning walk. I am heavy minded for I know I have thoughts in my mind that are outdated and not beneficial for me. For a little while we walk in the same rhythm: Peace/ All is in divine order.

With my steps being light again I pay attention to Ruby, our lovely puppy. She keeps coming close to us, nuzzling us and snuggling our legs. She rolls in the sand to clean her eyes and face. I bend down to look at her face and I take a good deep sniff. First I think she must have gotten her nose into a very powerful plant. Then it starts dawning on me: Ruby has met mister or miss skunk. The skunk has told Ruby, and I like to add that he was very gentle with her, that he likes to be approached in a somehow less bouncy way, if at all, giggle. Ruby is a very happy, bouncy dog.

When we reach the house, I hose ruby off gently. She stands there with her eyes closed, letting me even hose off her face.

My overalls by now have taken on the new perfume from Ruby. So have my hands etc. and you know what; I don’t mind at all. As a matter of fact, I like the smell. It is more like a very special perfume and it feels soothing.

Whenever I meet Ruby in the course of the day, I give her a big smooch and hug. I call her flower. She is content. She knows the skunk only talked to her in his own way.

I can still smell it now, especially on my hands, while I type this story. It makes me smile. I certainly had a chance to appreciate skunk the flower in all its beauty. This is a fine day indeed.

Who would have thought that meeting mister skunk in its glory would make my day.

Yes, I call you flower.                                               By Rev Anita Lopp