Beloved Flower Lover,
She had stopped flirting with Class A drugs and put her affair with the green stuff firmly in check. “No more to that”, she said as she witnessed the neglected lives of her malnourished friends.
She looked around herself at her monochromatic surroundings and decided she needed green plants to stabilise her space. Harmony was her opening mantra. She was accepting the real colour of beauty opening up her thoughts, through reading and practising Byron Katie ‘Loving What Is’.
She started to add colour to her wardrobe. First safe complementary colours, then split complementary then every colour in her wardrobe. Yes, rainbow colours .
She began to openly practise loving her limiting thoughts rather than fight or deny them. To openly observe that she had just been believing things that she did not even really want to believe anymore. Things that were not even true or helpful to life and had closed her life down. She gave herself permission to gently question her assumptions.
Colour was the other way she was expressing this change. Choosing contrasting colours, when it was an expectation to wear monochromatic, choosing monochromatic when it was expected to wear many colours.
Using the 4 questions and turnaround statement offered by Ms Katie, she built trust in herself again. She became open about her embarrassments. Open about her shame of things like how she looked great on the outside but felt fake on the inside. Open about how she had had first class private school education and was expected by her family to be a City high flier but only ever chose to work contracts for 6 months or less in Public Relations firms in East London. Step by step she was learning to trust herself again.
She opened up more to her sensual life, to colour, to how she brought things alive. She opened to how she sensed her way forward by being nurturing towards herself with a soft smile. She was learning to trust her life again.
The yang style, kick butt, kick up the back side, sort of language and approach to her life had only made things worse for her. Closed her down, hardened her up, because of her genuine sensitivity. Nuturing change came to her through gentle admissions and learning about the true laws of life. Like that perhaps she could remain uber feminine, soft, gentle, even docile in London’s city scene. She was ready to be at peace with it all.
Colour was filtering through her life in a new way.
She was never much of a drinker. And being a rock chick with loads of friends in the London club and PR scene, she knew she needed to be softly determined if she were to change the colour of her life. The stuff was everywhere and her gloomy and fiery emotional swings were legendary.
She admired many of the gentle, soft, women she knew who were nurturing towards her. Women who reflected tints of each shade. Her ‘pastel women’, as she would call them. Those who glowed in powder blues, soft pinks, soft turquoise, pale lemons. These mothers, sisters, aunts, cousins associates like Gabby Bernstein in New York who she was in touch with via skype. Another uber feminine woman who had faced her muddiest fears, who had had a similar drugs and lifestyle profile and who was now leaving a life of bright happiness and sharing it.
So today she decided to take small self nurturing steps. This step included creating a self-care ritual and buy the most beautiful coloured flowers that made her heart sing, for herself today.
…and all because she wanted to enjoy love again.
The London Flower Lover
p.s. perhaps order your flowers