Flow-her….a flower, like water, invites life to open up to its sweetness, to flow, to grow, to know, to sew, to shine, to serve, to give, to expand, to retract, to nourish, to spiral into place, to retreat, to dance.
The center of the flower holds treasure and each petal carries a piece of life’s journey. The roots give nourishment and strength to allow for growth and the stem holds steady like a backbone unafraid to face the rays of the sun no matter how hot.
Our senses relay this physical experience in an opportunity to interact with nature in awe, reverance and a state of juiciness….not in the way society loses itself in numbing pleasures to fill a void, but in the tenderness of giving ourselves permission to feel the wholeness of being… the ripeness of tasting what’s in season and then letting it fade into memory when winter comes…the wonder of exploration and the mystery of the feminine expression surrounding us when we connect with, and honor, her Divinity.
It’s no coincidence in the height of the bloom, she may be picked, and thus, meet her demise. Would she have rather not been picked, enjoyed, appreciated, instead withering away without admiration, petals scattered by windy days or drowned in a rainy haze…or is it all a perfectly balanced experience dependent upon how we show up to play, to exchange, to work, to adore all that is waiting to bloom in our own lives, from our relationships, our creative endeavors or our perserverance over obstacles and into pursuits that drive us onward into a journey always leading us back home.
Where the flower blooms is a state of being, of seeing, of feeling…it’s a place of knowing, growing, sewing…it’s an opening of the mystery of life, a practice in seeing the specialness of the tiniest drop of nectar, the temporary fragrance available to enjoy when we slow down to integrate ourselves into life instead of being a passerby, or mere observer. Where the flower blooms lives inside Beauty and when you can find this in your own heart, you will see signs of life in places that seem impossible…and you will want to add your own touch to its bouquet…and the whole world will change in a moment, bitterness will alchemize into rose colored glasses, only it will be real and true, no longer an illusion of darkened hues…for this beauty, this sweetness, lives inside of you, just open up and let it bloom.
A blooming flower stands proud as it reaches its pinnacle and in this place it magnetizes, gives away its most precious gift, it is as it is…acceptance flows out for the bloom and its looming decline. Like the inevitablenesss of aging, it releases distortion and widens the view to see the specialnesss and beauty in both reaching the peak and the decline back down the mountain. The sweetness only fades when you stop reaching for it, when you only exist, but don’t really live inside your own style, your unique expression of the Divine.
Life asks us to plant beauty, to create it, to discover it, as it is a way to connect with nature and a reminder of the perfection that lives inside imperfection, the purity inside a dirty mess and the geometric unfolding order of chaos. May you recognize that you are like a flower…it’s ok to bloom as you are, grow where you are planted, to stand with your heart open and your eyes toward the sun. Where the flower blooms is sacred ground and so is the soil for which your soles stand waiting for your soul to unfold petal by petal.
May you connect with the embodiment of both the primordial power shining and softening into bloom, to feel the calming and flowing of pulsing nerves inside the ecstatic river of opening…opening does not mean you say yes to everything, it means you have bloomed enough to know what to allow in to the folds that make up your essence and what to keep on the edge or repel. In the seasons of life, let them drip with beauty and goodness, but fear not the thorns or tears, for they are part of you, part of the blooming, too.
Where the root grows
Where the nectar flows
Where the spirit rises up
Where there’s a full cup
Where the victory is made
Where there’s frolic & Play
Where eternity is kissed
Where the wildness lives
Where the portal is deep
Where life is sweet
Where ecstasy soars
Where sweat pours
Where lips open wide
Where thirst subsides
Where passion climbs
Where bliss is Divine
Where Holiness is felt
Where darkness is held
Where the light shines
Where the heart pines
Where there’s manifestation
Where there’s God’s creation
Where voices are heard
Where there are no words
Where the waters rise
Where meets the eyes
Where walls fall down
Where head meets crown
Where senses are high
Where earth touches sky
Where the heart beats
Where the breast heaves
Where the body moves
Where rhythm’s tuned
Where mystery moans
Where energy is sewn
Where time’s colonized
Where pairs harmonize
Where the door pulsates
Where the vessel liberates
Where touches entice
Where two synchronize
Where heaven echoes
Where intuition knows
Where magic is made
Where troubles fade
Where petals flower
Where fire showers
Where unity flies
Where love’s realized
Where nature perfumes
Where the flower blooms
With love,
Angela
Sensational! Thank you.
Quite beautiful!