Beloved Flower Lover,
She got the call to go meet her beloved and mutual friends at their master group.
She smelling of roses and gardenia, smiling as she entered, smelt the fabulous meal. Her energy of inner peace went ahead of her.
She offered the hostess big kisses and roses, roses, roses as she walked in.
Everyone was there.
The incredible meal was already prepared
But before all of that
They were going through their Winter Solstice Preparation
Taking better care of themselves first was the theme
Always the theme.
Each man and woman had an agenda of self-care
Knowingly loving themselves first, by getting to know themselves first.
Yielding to experience their own talents, enlivened with life force.
Yielding by recognising and sharing them
Yielding by experiencing the forces that create a life they love
Getting them to a stop point, a rest point, an end point.
Being honest about how they have been living and not being ashamed about it.
This peaceful pausing was projected into the year’s most auspicious four days. The actual Winter Solstice. December 21-24th. The period of time to prepare for the coming year.
Showing each other techniques to shape and manipulate the energies that make the impossible possible.
Showing each other short ‘energy’ exercises to boost their personal lifeforce. Increasing their chi force with exercises, so all the imagined pictures of life they were visualising for themselves could be empowered into thriving reality by receiving this revitalised power.
Showing each other short wisdom techniques that show them how to behave in a given situation. Techniques of keying into the natural harmony of life.
Sharing and showing encouragement, inspiration, peace and love.
Gratitude for the struggles in the previous year was the theme for this dinner and the choice of being peaceful on the inside first. How something as simple as choosing not to fight a situation, not to fight an event creates peace and calm on the inside. How deciding to no longer go against a situation opens up the natural harmony of life.
One of the male guests sat quietly, silently, steadily breathing. Gazing at the white roses on the mantel piece, concentrating, whilst everyone else was mixing. At one point his eyelids slowly closed. His eyes shut; he put his hand on his heart and smiled. He was peacefully undisturbed. All the other guests remained warmly connected. It looked like he filled the entire room without taking it over. He shone. Like white light. He shone. Warmly. Hand still on his heart, his eyelids blinked and opened slowly. He looked around then walked over and kissed her. His woman.
In this moment nothing else existed.
He whispered into her ear. She said nothing. She listened. She shifted as she listened to this music in his words. She beamed beautifully. She looked like pure luxury. She had been putting herself into the petri dish, the culture medium of the ordinary feminine arts. The ordinary ordinary. Enjoying the delicious experience of imbibing herself all year with the most commonplace womanly arts of her choice. The magical shifts she felt from gently letting go of the driven externalised yang ambitions of feeling so different and instead fully appreciating and cherishing the vulnerability of her femininity. The feelings of receiving ordinary normal love like the soft delicate feminine rain she adored falling onto her skin. Spending her time now possessing and being owned by the energies of sweet soft cuddles and hugs.
Softly, she opened her hand to his already extended palm. Slowly he pulled her inwards towards him. Close. He knew the benefits from surrendering his own fears. He stepped closer. They embraced with ease. Inwardly soft, inwardly smooching. Dancing deeply, privately sharing silent songs of joy. Experiencing energies of contentment, restfulness, discretion. They revealed their balance, as they delighted in the white roses on the mantle, as they retreated into their inner provocation of peace on the inside. They both gave up their expectations of each other and just breathed.
They. A soft focal point where quietly recognised. An inviting picture. They had discovered how ‘they’ had become a place for each other to tell a new story. A place for each other to express and guard the laws that paint their lives in peace. Releasing stressful expectations. Knowing it was up to them to handle the consequences of stepping down from the notch of high expectations. Painting peace on the inside so it would flow outwards. They had both flowered and grown together having reclaimed in a different way something to pass on.
When they opened their eyes they were welcomed back into the external space where their beautiful friendship group shared the courage of honouring of each other for dealing with challenges.
A power posse to connect with.
The London Flower Lover