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THE DAFFODIL PRINCIPLE....
(anonymous, from the Internet)
Several times my daughter had telephoned to say,
"Mother, you must come see the daffodils before they are over." I
wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead.
"I will come next Tuesday, " I promised, a little reluctantly, on her
Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I drove there.
When I finally walked into Carolyn's house and hugged and greeted my
grandchildren, I said, "Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is
invisible in the clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you
and these children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!" My
daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in this all the time,
"Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears, and then
I'm heading for home!" I assured her.
"I was hoping you'd take me over to the garage to pick up my car."
"How far will we have to drive?"
"Just a few blocks," Carolyn said. "I'll drive. I'm used to
After several minutes, I had to ask, "Where are we going? This isn't
the way to the garage!"
"We're going to my garage the long way,"
Carolyn smiled, "by way of the daffodils."
"Carolyn," I said sternly, "please turn around."
"It's all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself
if you miss this experience."
After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small
church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand-lettered sign that read,
"Daffodil Garden." We got out of the car and each took a child's
hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, we turned a corner of the
path, and I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight. It
looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it down over
the mountain peak and slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling
patterns-great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, white, lemon yellow, salmon
pink, saffron, and butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted as
a group so that it swirled and flowed like its own
river with its own unique hue.
There were five acres of flowers. "But who has done this?" I asked
"It's just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the
property. That's her home." Carolyn pointed to a well kept A frame house
that looked small and modest in the midst of all that glory.
We walked up to the house. On the patio, we saw a poster. "Answers to the
Questions I Know You Are Asking" was the headline. The first answer was a
simple one."50,000 bulbs," it read. The second answer was, "One
at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and very little brain." The
was, "Began in 1958." There it was, The Daffodil Principle. For
me, that moment was a life-changing experience.
I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before,
had begun-one bulb at a time-to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure
mountain top. Still, just planting one bulb at a time, year after year, had
changed the world. This unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she
lived. She had created something of ineffable
principles of celebration. That is, learning to move toward our goals and
desires one step at a time-often just one baby-step at a time-and learning to
love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny
pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can
accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world.
"It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I
have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty
years ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those
years. Just think what I might have been able to achieve!"
My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way.
"Start tomorrow," she said.
It's so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make
learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask,
"How can I put this to use today?"
. . . . . Author Unknown
We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a
baby, then another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and
we'll be more content when they are. After that, we're frustrated that we have
teenagers to deal with. We will certainly be happy when they are out of that
We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her
act together, when we get a nicer car, when we are able to go on a nice
vacation, or when we retire. The truth is there's no better time to be happy
than right now.
If not now, when? Your life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to
admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway.
Happiness is the way. So, treasure every moment that you have and treasure it
more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your
time with... and remember that time waits for no one.
So, stop waiting...
Until your car or home is paid off
Until you get a new car or home
Until your kids leave the house
Until you go back to school
Until you finish school
Until you lose 10 lbs.
Until you gain 10 lbs.
Until you get married
Until you get a divorce
Until you have kids
Until you retire
Until you die