Four years ago, my friend gave me a bulb vase and a hyacinth bulb for Christmas. I had never grown a bulb this way and was anxious to begin. It was a wonder. All one has to do is add water and place the filled vase in daylight. Within an hour of the water kissing the bottom of the bulb, the roots began to grow. Over the next two to three weeks, the roots proliferate, the greenery emerges and the flower buds develop then bloom. Sat on the window sill in winter, the vase and its contents are a curiosity to visitors and a welcome distraction to the winter scene outside. We love it.
This little bulb is a reminder that we only need the bare essentials in order to flourish. If our basic material needs are met, the only other essential is love. It is the water and light to our essence, allowing us to send down roots, reach for the sky and bloom.
It is also a reminder of the potential in each of us. The bulb itself did not look very impressive; one could have thought it worthless and discarded it. Its appearance masked the potential waiting to be nurtured, just like the promise that dwells in each of us.
The colour of the flower is always a surprise for us. We've had various colours, all equally lovely. They are all an expression of their beautiful hyacinth selves, none better than the other, each precious in its own right. They are another reminder to their human viewers that each of us is a unique expression of the same humanity, regardless of colour, creed or anything else.
There is much to be learned from a little bulb.