"Jazzmyn" says the nametag of the cashier at the Bagel place. Jazzmyn - a
variation of Jasmine, I guess...
Several years ago I lived in a fire red house with a lush, green hedge around
the yard. At some time every spring, I'd notice a vine grow among the hedge.
And for years I would cut that vine off, try to uproot it, get rid of it. And
every year it came back, tried to grow.
One year I went on a longer consulting gig. When I came back a few weeks
later, the vine had started to bloom. Fine, delicate, white blossoms dotted
the green hedge, like stars in the night sky! As I exited the car, I was
engulved in sweet, gentle fragrance...
Years later, I learned that this vine most likely was Jasmine.
Oh, if I could be more like my Jasmine: to continue to be nice, even when
somebody cuts me back again and again; to be ready to bloom, even when I am
misunderstood and not appreciated!
What else am I realizing through this memory? That I am ignorant - no matter
how much I seem to know! That if I would focus less on what I think is right,
less on what "I" want, but instead allow the magic to happen that is unfolding with,
through and around me, my life would be much more enjoyable and amazing...
I hear you say: "Yes, but..." That's ok. These are the realizations and
lessons I take away from this story. You can choose to learn from it what
makes sense to you... Gone are the days of doctrine. Here is the time of
sharing information, individual enlightenment and free will...
Well, there is the aire of kindness about Jazzmyn - kindness, which radiates
out and touches the lives of all around - just like the fragrance of my
Jasmine. The gentle and caring vibe of Jazzmyn might put a smile on people's
faces around her - just like the flowers of my Jasmine might have touched the
hearts of people passing by. I hope, that she will not loose her positive
ways, even when she's subjected to ignorance and
misunderstanding. Just like my Jasmine did not give up and eventually was able
to bless the world with its fragrance and beauty...