Some flowers are stand alone, like a sun-flower, proud to stand ten feet high looking right into the face of the sun. O.K. But some like to repeat themselves, a lot, like this violet crowd-flowering to be seen on the upper ridges at this time of year. These were up by the hermitage the other day.
We ourselves have a lot of repetition in our lives. And that’s O.K. Time is greater than space, right? Eternity is, after all, eternity. Pope Francis is right on that (as least in this context he would be).
I don’t mean to be presumptuous about this – because we simply must have hope, right? – but when we’re in heaven, I imagine that after about what might relatively be called a gazillion “years,” I might just perhaps get the opportunity to greet our Blessed Mother, and I just might have the temerity to give her some flowers, all sheepish. I imagine that she would be most delighted, even after having received about a gazillion bouquets. And then I imagine that after about a gazillion more relatively speaking “years” another such occasion might arise and I might do the same thing, still all sheepish. And that would be just wonderful.
So, you say you already picked some flowers to give to the Immaculate Conception, and put them in front of a little shrine at your house or in a little vase in front of an image of her in your parish church? You already did that once in your life, maybe even a few times, and that’s enough? Never enough! Let’s just repeat that. It’s really just very wonderful.
BTW: There’s an ever expanding patch of the most exquisite orchids getting ready to bloom on the path going up the ridge to the hermitage. First there was none, then one, then about five. Now it looks like there might be twenty some massive buds getting ready to explode in their orange upside-downness. I’m always very eager to “pick” these for our Blessed Mother. I try not to disturb them, for soon, it seems, they’ll take over the whole mountain, repeating their blooms here and there and everywhere in her honor. Most wonderful indeed.