It’s the end of September and this lovely clematis plant is still blooming. It survived a grueling pruning in July and rewinding of its delicate stems. Currently, one of its purple blossom gracefully swoops out underneath the mailbox and waits patiently for its daily dose of afternoon sun. As I was pulling into the driveway a couple of days ago, the thought hit me that the vine is literally reaching for what it needs.
I keep noticing this little plant and thinking about the concept of reaching. This past year has been full of so many “reaches” for me.
Reaching for patience. Reaching for normalcy. Reaching for grace. Reaching for inspiration. Reaching out for help from pediatric specialists. Reaching for information. Reaching for answers. Reaching for certainty. Reaching for strength. Reaching for joy.
At the beginning of December of last year, I had full plans of following along with Ali Edwards’ project One Little Word for 2013. And, then Olivia came early. Our hearts overflowed with love for our precious new baby while our brains raced to manage the myriad of challenges that are associated with prematurity. Scrapbooking plans in the early months obviously flew out the window. But, I knew what word I would have chosen for 2013 immediately and without hesitation: GROW. James and I were expected to grow up, grow stronger, grow faster than we ever thought possible.
Today, we are still reaching. But, with a little more grace, humor, and wisdom along the way.
When I see that gorgeous clematis bloom, I smile. Yes, it’s reaching. But, from another vantage point, its graceful stretch serves to welcome me home, a beautiful reminder that I’m returning to my incredible family.
There’s beauty in the reach.