I love gift baskets especially those made from bamboo/cane. Since the beginning of this year, I had collected five baskets that were abandoned on the roadside in four different locations. I believe these baskets were meant for me and each carried a meaningful life-lesson.
The Green Basket
I found this basket about 50m away from Shaye’s school. This is a basket of nature. The colour of this basket may have faded but it is still in purrfect condition. Just like this basket, growing older is inevitable. Though taking care of our outward appearance is important, we must not neglect what’s going on in our hearts and in our minds. We need to focus less on ourselves and focus more on enriching the lives of others. May we all grow old gracefully!
The Twin Basket
I saw these twin basket a few blocks from my home. I was rushing to send Shaye to school and I did not have time to turn back and pick up the baskets. I told Shaye I will collect the baskets on my way home if they are still there. Well, the baskets waited for me alright.
The baskets were exactly how I found them as shown in the photo. It’s looks like a mother protecting her young child. It shows a mother’s important role in nurturing her child early in life. It is a reminder that children are young only once and we cannot turn back the hands of times.
I am a full time mom and a freelance event planner and banner/backdrop designer. Honestly, I do not make much but I believe in investing my time in my daughters’ lives. And I look forward to the day they are mature and independent and I can humbly say, “I have made a difference in their lives.”
The Brown Basket
This basket waited for me about a kilometer away from Sydelle’s school. In life, there will always be troubles and challenges. This is a basket to put all our doubts, worries and fears away. We have to focus on the positive and possibilities and make the right choices to overcome our problems.
The Red Basket with Gold Lining and Yellow Lily
This is the last basket I collected two days ago somewhere near the place where I found the green basket. The colour red signifies strength and courage. But we need to be careful not be carried away by these traits or we will become egotistical andself-righteous. After all, there is a thin line between self-confidence and selfish pride.
The gold lining on the basket is a sign for us to remain kind, compassionate and generous. And just looking at the yellow lily on the handle brightens my day and made me smile. Don’t you think this would make a beautiful Christmas gift basket?
That’s all folks! Perhaps my next story would be the case of the missing baskets.
Love is a tough word for men made of steel.
Some cannot say it – despite how they feel.
And way down inside, you’ll find at the core,
that few can love higher than dog fleas soar.
Some utter their love in flowers and smiles.
There are many words and so many styles.
Some share their feelings with tears in one eye,
while others share thoughts in endless supply.
Talk is so shallow – it’s easier said,
than walking the talk, and ‘doing’ instead.
When we are confronted with our simple trials,
do we drag our cross and for how many miles?
A cross is a menace that scoffs in our ear.
We wish every time it would just disappear;
but if our love’s real – and fills us inside,
A cross surely conquers when we are denied.
For there was a Man that lived long ago,
who gave so much more – than we’ll ever know.
He shared with the children, women and men,
and taught us all how – to love once again
There wasn’t a record of “fanciful” talk,
but rather, instead, of unselfish walk.
While prayers were sincere to His Father above,
mere words didn’t finish His dutiful love.
He spoke not a word – defending His own,
and faithfully walked each step all alone.
We cannot imagine the pain He endured,
and from the soldiers, the scoffing He heard.
Mere words had been spoken and all had seemed lost,
but actions spoke louder than two timbers crossed.
For love did not lose to the cross in that war –
-because Jesus yet lives and that cross is no more.