Looking in the Mirror

Spiritual Revelations for those seeking Humanity in Humans ~~CordieB.

Email of the Week- The Daffodil Principal

I received the following email from a co-worker, Mr. Gary Ringstaff.  Thanks Gary for passing on this most inspiring email.  I will be thinking about the Daffodil Principal for the rest of my life.  Thanks for sharing!
“Mother, you must come to see the daffodils before they are over."  I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead  "I will come next Tuesday", I promised a little reluctantly on her third call.
Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and reluctantly I drove there.  When I finally walked into Carolyn’s house I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children. I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren.
"Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in these clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see badly enough to drive another inch!"

My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in this all the time, Mother." "Well, you won’t get me back on the road until it clears, and then I’m heading for home!" I assured her.

"But first we’re going to see the daffodils. It’s just a few blocks," Carolyn said.

"I’ll drive. I’m used to this."

"Carolyn," I said sternly, "Please turn around."

"It’s all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience."

After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand lettered sign with an arrow that read, " Daffodil Garden ." We got out of the car, each took a child’s hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path Then, as we turned a corner, I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight.  

It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it over the mountain peak and its surrounding slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, creamy white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, and saffron and butter yellow. Each different colored variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers. 

"Who did this?" I asked Carolyn. "Just one woman," Carolyn answered.

"She lives on the property. That’s her home." Carolyn pointed to a well-kept

A-frame house, small and modestly sitting in the midst of all that glory.

We walked up to the house.

On the patio, we saw a poster. "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are asking", was the headline. The first answer was a simple one. "50,000 bulbs," it read. The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and one brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958."

For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun, one bulb at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountaintop.  Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. One day at a time, she had created something of extraordinary magnificence, beauty, and inspiration.

The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration. 

That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time–often just one baby-step at time–and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish  magnificent things. We can change the world .

"It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and had worked away at it ‘one bulb at a time’ through all those years?

Just think what I might have been able to achieve!"

My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way.

"Start tomorrow," she said.

She was right. It’s so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays.

The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, "How can I put this to use today?"

Use the Daffodil Principle.

Stop waiting….

Until your car or home is paid off

Until you get a new car or home

Until your kids leave the house

Until you go back to school

Until you finish school

Until you clean the house

Until you organize the garage

Until you clean off your desk

Until you lose 10 lbs.

Until you gain 10 lbs.

Until you get married

Until you get a divorce

Until you have kids

Until the kids go to school

Until you retire

Until summer

Until spring

Until winter

Until fall

Until you die…

There is no better time than right now to be


Happiness is a journey, not a destination.

So work like you don’t need money.

Love like you’ve never been hurt, and,

Dance like no one’s watching.

If you want to brighten someone’s day, pass this on to someone special.

Wishing you a beautiful, daffodil day!

Don’t be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.







  SanityFound wrote @

Beautiful, I’ve never read this one before so glad you posted it!

  gypsy-heart wrote @

I loved this Cordieb!

Such a sage and inspiring message written in a way that we felt as if we were there!

I can attest to the truthfullness of this. ‘Tis a very, very long story though. :O

Thank you for sharing this and for all of your sweet and loving words here!

You are an inspiration and your light shines!

  marlajayne wrote @

Thanks for sharing this; it was beautiful…and so inspiring too. Here’s a quote I found yesterday that seems appropriate to put here: “It was a day like today when Marco Polo left for China. What are your plans for today?” Loesje International Poster

  CordieB wrote @

Hello MarlaJayne. That is so appropriate – I’m glad you shared it. Every day is truly a blessing and every second is a new beginning.

  CuriousC wrote @

I love the Daffodil Principle! And, I think I will plant some flowers today. THank you. PS – looking forward to you joining the Photo Friday! I am truly surprised it hasn’t inspired more … YET.

  cordieb wrote @

@Gypsy Heart. I’m glad you enjoyed it. It was worth the reading; but it was sooooo long – I was hesitant on posting it because most people are like me, and have a low attention span when it comes to long emails. I sometimes see that email is really long and decide to come back to it – it’s ashame, because I miss some really good stuff.

@CuriousC. I’m glad you like the DP. You’ve got to share some of the photos of your daffodils, perhaps on Photo Friday!

Peace, Light andLove, CordieB

  Connie wrote @

I have seen this story before however it never fails to inspire me. Thanks. A dear friend passed away in December and she absolutely loved and adored daffodils. Whenever I see daffodils or any reference to them I think of her with fond, fond memories. There is a poem written by William Wordsworth that you may enjoy called THE DAFFODILS; OR, I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD

by: William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

WANDERED lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of the bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company
I gazed — and gazed — but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Thanks Again!!!!

  cordieb wrote @

I’m really sorry to hear about your friend, but I’m glad that you have so many fond memories. Anyone who loves daffodils has to be wonderful in my book. Thanks for sharing that beautiful poem. I am going to add it to my good stuff pages, that way it won’t be burried with comments, and visitors can click on it any time they want!

Have a great, sunny, daffodil day!

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