The steps at Kertiyasa |
This particular exchange with Ragu that has lingered and made a mark on my heart, happened early one morning. I noticed from a distance that Ragu was crouched low to the ground and picking up dead flowers that had fallen from the bushes and the trees. Bright yellow and red ones were scattered on the grass. He carried them softly in his hands and began to place them at the inner cracks of the steps where they would not be trampled. He saw us coming and stood quickly to greet us.
"That is beautiful." I said.
"I give the flowers a second chance," he beamed as he spoke.
Something inside me awakened and flashing before me were all the dried and wrinkly petunias that I had "dead-headed" as we called it. Daily I would snip the old flowers and pitch them. Yet, here he was making something one might consider useless, or event past its prime - a thing of beauty. Every step was a majestic welcome.
Ragu cutting coconuts for us |
I like second chances. I am a person who doesn't easily get it right the first time. I think second chances are about forgiveness, but even more so - about raising one to a greater beauty. It's such a slight paradigm shift, but oh so powerful. Too often I judge people's value by what they do or what they have been. I am often blind to the potential of growth, love and possibility when I am stunted by seeing people as they were, not as they can be.
Over and again, my time here in Bali teaches me that beauty is reborn whenever I open my eyes to see it. Thank you Ragu for teaching me about second chances!
Our morning walk |