by Saadi of Shiraz
Many years ago, my mother taught me this poem, which is filled with such great wisdom. The poet, Saadi, was a Persian medieval scholar.
Each Easter, I buy hyacinths for the house, transplanting them into the garden once they go by. Why? Because, after a long, cold and difficult winter, my soul needs the beauty they provide.
Their scent, the gorgeous, rich purple blooms, the delicate shape of each flower does more to wash away the doldrums than all the medicine in the world!
So, as the Easter morning sun rises on the first day of April, may you find something beautiful that will feed your soul.
Blessings of Light, Healing and Renewal!