I was just reading Arindam’s latest blog post on Being Arindam entitled “What I wish… for my next birth”. It inspired a moment of wonder… what would I choose if given the conscious choice? Age is teaching me to pay attention to and grab onto that very first response that comes like a whisper. This is my answer:
If I could choose the form of my next birth, I would choose a daffodil flower. My presence in the world would be brief, but it would be a joyful splash of color in the bleak landscape of a dying winter. The fragile yellow trumpet that announces the arrival of new shoots and robins. Then as the spring unfolds in it’s gentle gaiety I would wither quietly away, content in knowing I had harmed none and brought a hope, albeit insignificant, that life is renewed again.
What would you choose? Please leave a comment. This would be fun to discuss.