Betty shares the meditation she wrote about discovering a beautiful red camellia flower that had survived the shade and neglect of a dying bush by struggling towards the light.
I was sitting on the steps, the porch of this old house—ruined house if you will—I was very aware of what was going on inside and outside of me and I, my eye began to gaze at this old tired looking camellia bush—and as I gazed at it, I saw at the very top of the bush, sort of hidden from view, a beautiful red camellia. This flower had struggled to touch the sunlight in spite of the neglect that the bush had received over the years—and it so spoke to me about our spiritual journey and how if we struggle and if we persevere, and if we dare to believe and to trust God, then like the flower, as we reach for the sun, we’ll become pure and clear, loving, beautiful. So when I got home—this experience lingered—and when I got home I endeavored to get it on paper and this is how it reads. I entitled it “Joy”.
Joy. Love gone wild Love gone free Love come alive in me. Self-emptying, self-giving, rejoicing Ecstasy expanding me. Joy. Red flower sunset Floating into eternity Reaching back, touching me The door blown open The dancing soars All is given, all is poured. Joy. Underneath the suffering, the pain A white stone, a new name A smile, an etching Pure grace, holy joy The Beloved’s face.