Over the Hill on the Yellow Brick Road, in early May, I saw a lilac growing beside a tree. Lilacs are my favorite flower ever! I cherish the time they’re here! So I rushed over to it. But I noticed the lilac looked confused and distraught. I asked:
Hey lilac, what’s the matter?
LILAC: I can’t tell you.
LILAC: It’s too upsetting.
Alright. I won’t ask.
LILAC: It has to do with my age.
Believe it or not, I’ll understand. What’s bothering you?
LILAC: I can’t tell you.
But you just started to.
LILAC: Forget I said it.
LILAC: The tree next to me just told me I’ll only be in the world for about two weeks. But I just got here. I’m young and getting old at the same time. I’m a freak.
Well, for what it’s worth, I’m young and getting old at the same time, too.
LILAC: Really? I think you just look older.
Oh thank you.
LILAC: I didn’t mean to insult you. I was just being honest.
What I was trying to say was, I’m older on the outside but young on the inside. Young at heart.
LILAC: Well then, you must be confused too.
LILAC: How do you deal with it? How do you stop yourself from obsessing with being older and young at the same time?
Well…I think every living creature is born with a gift. You know, some kind of outstanding talent that makes the world a better place. So, no matter how old I get, I focus on my gift and try to find new ways to use it.
LILAC: What’s your gift?
I believe it’s writing. The way I communicate. And I hope somehow, in my writing, just for a moment, I transform others. I hope I can suggest that others see the world a little bit differently through my words.
LILAC: That’s cool.
And people have all kinds of gifts. They make the world a better place through their art, music, photography, dance, recipes, families–
LILAC: I see where you’re going with this. But I’m just a flower. What’s my gift?
LILAC: Really? You mean, all I have to do is sit here and let people smell me?
Yes. And…you can carry on the lilac legacy—for all those lilacs who have been here before and those who will be here after you’re gone. When you’re no longer here, others will remember your graceful, elegant petals, stunning color and most remarkable scent. You will become part of them.
I’m so neurotic. What about people who aren’t near me now? They won’t be able to smell me.
Just the sight of you will inspire them. Like this amazing illustration of a lilac created by Lisa: https://lismorepaper.com/2018/05/06/lilac-botanical-print/
I never looked better.
And! People can close their eyes and remember a time they experienced a lilac’s scent.
I’ll show you. Friends who are reading this post, when I count to three, close your eyes and imagine the scent of a lilac. One…two…three…