Ben picked camellias today on our walk. Camellias mean perfected loveliness. In the Victorian era, they were given when courting. Click here for list of different flower’s meanings in the Victorian era.
From The History and Language of Flowers
- CAMELLIA (PINK) – Longing
- CAMELLIA (RED) – You’re a flame in my heart
- CAMELLIA (WHITE) – Adoration, Perfection, Loveliness
Camilla — Youth and Beauty
I live in a house built in 1880. I guess that means I kind of live in the Victorian age.
Victorian Snow Fall
We also saw a bright red cardinal. It was interesting because I literally was just thinking about my mom. And the cardinal came out of nowhere. It was so red. We stared up at the tree, our necks craned. Then I reminded Ben that Bob the Builder was into birds too.
This is a link about the meaning of cardinals. The second paragraph is very interesting to me since my mother recently passed away.
Cardinal in tree
“Many spiritual people will tell you that a cardinal also represents death or afterlife. Reports from loved ones and hospice workers often state that a cardinal appears just before or after a death, or that a cardinal frequently visits or appears in dreams after the loss of a loved one. As a totem symbol, the cardinal symbolizes vitality. A balance of intuition, perseverance and strength, the cardinal is said to offer safe passage into the realm of personal power to realize one’s goals and dreams.” – wildlife.blurtit.com
My mother gave me this angel and her mother gave it to her.
“Many spiritual people will tell you that a cardinal also represents death or afterlife.”
“Where there is sorrow there is holy ground.” – Oscar Wilde
I spoke with someone I went to junior high with in Chicago today. He lives in my hometown, where I grew up (Wheaton). He is going to help me create a video for The Community Kitchen to help promote the book project. Anyway, he went to the elementary school where my mom worked and he remembered her. He remembered her red hair. Her beautiful flaming red hair as bright as the cardinal. I got all verklempt and couldn’t hold back the tears. It was strange being so vulnerable with someone I hadn’t seen or spoken with since junior high school.
My mom, Betty with her beautiful red hair and amazing smile
Those two moments today were beautiful, but sharp. Like an elegant stick — like the elegant stick that Ben grabbed as I tried to corral him away from the street as he walked in toddler wonder, curious about beauty with his two camellias he picked for his daddy. Perfected loveliness.
“You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.”
― Anne Lamott
In memory of my mother, Elizabeth Miller.
Recommended reading: The Language of Flowers by Victoria Diffenbaugh
“It wasn’t as if the flowers themselves held within them the ability to bring an abstract definition into physical reality. Instead, it seemed that…expecting change, and the very belief in the possibility instigated a transformation.”
― Vanessa Diffenbaugh, The Language of Flowers
Who do you miss and what makes you think of them?
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