Beloved Flower Lover,
Amazing days of love…
Thursday night we ended our delivery round with a bouquet of red tulips for a birthday girl.
It was dark outside and her house was magnetically attractive and brightly lit up. It looked comfy from outside.
As we knocked her door we could feel an irresistible hum of harmony, a whoosh of exquisite emotional warmth enveloped us. Family surrounded her.
She was completed adorned with birthday badges given to her by her pupils and colleagues.
We commented on how nice it was and she explained that each and every year they came around her and quietly celebrated another birthday. This year was no exception. As we listened to her sweet soft voice we heard one of her siblings voice loudly shout out, “is that from you boyfriend?”.
We felt a deliberate controlling urgency in her voice, the demand for an answer that suited, an unspoken push, … yet rather than conflict, her sisters response was a tone of peaceful laughter, a gentle submission into happiness as she lent forwards and welcomed the flowers inwards… “the boyfriend will come when the boyfriend will come”.
We got it.
She was not forcing herself to measure up to a picture of valentines evening. She was engaged in another set of intense feelings. The overwhelming, overpowering force of happiness coming from being who she just was. She was not trying to change anything.She was comfortable with herself. Clearly she could think for herself.
We thanked her as she warmly offered us birthday cake before we left smiling
We drove home .
We reflected on what we heard from the shouting sibling who seemed to be picking on her. She was in fact giving her a sense of sincerity, in the only way she knew and that was ok , even if she was picking on her sister. Her sister did not feel picked on by her sisters anxiety about her boyfriend status.
She was not looking for a reason to justify striking back at her sister. Hence no war. No violence, no pain. aaaahhh perhaps that explained the harmony we felt from her home, from her.
She was not pushing back in a desire to overwhelm the other.She was chose not to push over her sister. She was kind and peaceful and showed us the benefits of reclaimed our own peace,
We were inspired by this feminine expression of self care called peace on valentines night.
The London Flower Lover