Snowdrops

Spring 2015Many of us have some symbol which resonates in our hearts as special and we all have different reasons for loving those symbols.

My partner, for example, loves steam engines and collects them but it’s not just about the steam engine and the wonder of how it works that makes them special.  To him their greatest significance comes from the sweet memories he has of his grandfather and of the two of them attending a steam show together when he was a child.

Strangely enough a very special symbol for me is also because of my grandfather.  He had a nickname for almost all of his twelve grandchildren but mine was “Snowdrop”.

Apparently the name had to do with the almost white ringlets that bobbed around on my head when I was a child and while those curls are now verging on a different shade of white the name still holds great significance and injects itself into my life, especially in the spring.

Having snowdrops in my garden is not even an option and there haven’t been too many homes I’ve lived in, which didn’t have snowdrops added to the flower bed in short order.  It took me a little longer to get them to this home but finally last year I went to a place I know where I could find hundreds of them for free, dug them up, brought them home and planted them.  Now they are breaking ground and working their magic as the first blooms of spring.

In 1997 I bought a home for my children and while it met much of the criteria for purchase I didn’t know if I was going to be able to swing it.  I went to look at it on a day in March, much like today.  There was still snow on the ground but the sun shone brightly on the old, white, frame house.   When I walked out onto the porch and looked in the flower bed I saw, poking their lovely green arms and white heads through the the cold snow, snowdrops.  I knew in that moment the house would be ours.  The sight of that little flower, winning its struggle against insurmountable odds, assured me I could make it happen, and I did.

Snowdrops are much more than just a flower and go beyond being the bearers of spring to me.  They are a symbol of hope and strength.  They are reassurance to me that no matter what, I have strength to move on.  Most importantly, they remind me I have been loved deeply and those who loved me also believed in me.

Is there a symbol in your life which awakens deep emotion and assurance of love and faith.  Please tell us about it in the comments or on my Facebook page.

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About Peggy Guiler

You just never know what show up on my blog. As the name implies it is about the stuff of life just like Spilt Milk. Everyday events spark thought and contemplation. Special events in the community, the country or the world may strike a cord and get me talking. Sometimes it's about people in my life or circumstances, sometimes about my garden, sometimes about a book or a political issue. Always it's about something I am passionate about. In my business, River of Hope Enterprises, I work as an "Associate Certified Coach" (International Coach Federation), a trainer, consultant and speaker. and soon to be, spiritual director. I also drive a school bus to keep the wolf from the door while I build my business. I love the kids on the bus (most of the time). My family is grown and I have three grandkids who thrill my heart but I don't get to see any of them very often. Circumstances of life have made "family" difficult. My son died by suicide at age 16 in 2000 and the strain on our family relationships since has been huge. Mental health is a field where I worked for almost 20 years and where I still do some consulting and training. That combined with my own battle with depression and my son's death weave together to form some of my greatest soap box items: suicide intervention, suicide bereavement and peer support in mental health are right on the top of my list. Social justice is an underlying passion. Keeping the wolf from the door as a single parent was full-time work and my career path as a journalists was augmented with cleaning contracts, cooking, retail clerk, and bartending. I have known hard work and am grateful for the experience and perspective it has given me. My own passion for learning has now taken me toward a new field as a Spiritual Director. I am studying with the Ontario Jubilee Program. This new field I believe puts all my talents with people into one place which and may​ become something I can continue into retirement. Supporting people is what I do best. Woven into all of this is my love of writing. Trained as a Journalist, and having worked in the field as a freelance news writer for many years, I have a great love for writing. This blog is a new beginning for me. As I hone my skills and begin to form a daily discipline of writing I hope it will lead to more writing in the future.
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