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.