Just yesterday it seemed that spring had arrived in London, so I went down to the 'urban Battersea beach' to enjoy a little coffee, sun, birds and a Saturday afternoon moment. I was feeling overwhelmed by all that had been happening around our world in the last week or so. The devastation and destruction in Japan. The immense loss and grief.
For some reason I then got thinking about how nature in these places carries on with it's being, despite the chaos that surrounds it. I am not sure why, but I was thinking about how plants and flowers and trees carry on being, carry on finding a way to grow, oblivious maybe to the grief screaming out around them. They will still find a path to push on through, against all odds, and flower, produce leaves, fruit, whatever they are made to do. Beautiful things will persist in being beautiful.
Then, as if to agree with my ponderings, this little daisy caught my eye amongst the pebbles. I have no idea how it came to be here. It's a beach full of pebbles, wood, glass, and a high tide. How on earth did this little daisy come to be here, and then to survive? I have no idea, but I enjoyed the moment, imagining its persistence at pushing through, at asserting life and being beautiful in the hardest of places.
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