“I see dead people”, she said: London Florists take a floral brief from a one time zombie

Beloved Flower Lover,

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“I am done with seeing dead people, including myself walking around dead”, she said. “I need a wreath to put to rest my unfinished business.  I would love something arty.”

“I accept that I am seeing the walking dead and scaring myself with stories of things falling apart and today I am reinventing myself in another image, peacefully.”

We were not even sure if she said any of this out loud. But what we did know was that we were kinda used to people being open with us. So she may have said all of this out loud or not.  We kept our focus on what she might like, formal, classical, eco because all we knew was that we enjoyed the feeling of this commission from the get go.  It felt good like  we had a lot to learn and exchange from this woman talking about the walking zombies in London.  

The transformative cycle of life, that turns nothing into something was how her stumbles became the source of her treasures, riches, abundant life. We knew a woman like that had gathered and stored up so much from her days as a younger woman to now as a getting to be seasoned woman in her late fifties.  Delighted by the perspective from which she was reinventing this new life, we enjoyed the dawn of her second spring.

Without a pause, it seemed without a breath she put in her request…

“I will bring in a broken guitar which I would love you to dress with flowers and I also would adore a love heart wreath too, like the ones I have seen you do before…you know the ones on your blog”

Easy, peasy, lemon squeezy, we thought and were even more inspired to create when she told us of her frugal budget...

We knew that she was bringing to us a maturity of emotional growth that we would benefit from. So open, to an older woman’s wisdom we asked a few more questions and before we knew it we realised we were talking to a woman who wanted to give thanks for the end of a romantic relationship and the beginning of another. That she was in fact using flowers as she was undertaking a sacred ceremony honoring the closure of the relationship. and the beginning of another.  The design was to link up with all parts of the relationship. It’s impact on the past and future, friends, family, life force and spirit itself. Yes she was going there.

You could tell she was a well read woman and we reckoned she could have been a ‘go go dancer ‘ or something like that back in her day because she sparkled. She may have had many properties, she may not have. She may have had five or six children, she may not have had. All we sensed was that she seemed very aware of time and how precious today’s fashions, yesterdays fads were. As we talked over the next few days  back and forth and got the strong feeling that there was a great investment of matriarchal power guided by putting things into a peaceful place.  She was walking her talk rather than just talking.

We got to find out that she had had a heart attack recently and had been in one of Londons’ A&E departments after losing a three storey property.  That she had chosen to give up the brandy at night ‘treat’ after her first grandson had been admitted himself into hospital for a host of family related issues. She admitted to having diabetes and ignoring it as she witnessed her belly fat grow as her own daughter was experiencing domestic violence. Things had got to change she seemed to be saying.

What we thought were real difficulties she was turning into extra ordinary gifts of gratitude. She was grateful because the situations kept on bringing her back to some basics. She was so much more than these external situations.

We felt an exchange of energy a personal benediction from receiving this commission as she agreed for us to simply make a rose hand tie for the guitar and dress it’s strings with some of her beloved yet broken pieces of jewelry.

As we talked to her we learnt even more. She was open about how she had never grieved about having had aborted one her six children after having had a dysfunctional and violent relationship herself in the 1970’s and how now she also wanted to acknowledge that time. She was ready to clear the desks.

She said she knew the source of these issues  had laid with her own blood sugar issues and that she was no longer in denial. Smiling, she was open to talking about a new life by impregnating her spirit with a true image of who she really was.  We were riveted to her, this modern day, wise woman’s wisdom’s and we got the opportunity to express them through the spirit of beauty, peace and joy. Through art. Through flowers. .

She talked about her dreams which were still alive inside of her. To paint, to paint to paint. She talked about getting the courage and willingness to dust off her paint brushes to help her four year old grandson recuperate after being discharged from the children’s ward. His therapy was lots of stimulation. So she planned to paint huge pictures with him. Giving just a little bit more energy to it each day. She sounded so alive.  Her voice felt so good as it vibrated in our own heads many hours later like a sweet tune of the day. So incredible we listened to the way she had connected up her own dots to the belly fat on her tummy. She had been staying in dead end relationships, dead end jobs, with a dead end attitude towards herself and her own life force and spirit. She was deadening her pains by using the power of food and drink to put her to sleep. Now she became awake to that strategy and that it seemed to be reflected through her children and grandchildren’s health. She decided that she was going to quietly plan how to use her knowledge of the powers that food and drink have once she linked them back to the power she now understood to be her spirit and life force. Grandma power was on the rise in a modern, beautiful,sexy way.   Better than that…Grandma was happy


Hanging out with other walking dead people and complaining about them was like soaking up embalming fluid. She awoke and realised that the reason she could see dead people was because she too had been dead…

“have you ever seen the Bruce Willis film the Sixth Sense?” she asked

We acknowledged that we had indeed seen it and found it powerfully moving

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During our many short but trans formative chats she acknowledged the fact that she had been relating to a mirror of herself with her man. A man who in his heart saw his own musical talent as dead. That he had died in his heart was her gift because she saw her own death and resurrection. She thanked every tear she had cried as they had flowed so she could open once again to renewal from the inside out.

She planned and was looking at the foundations of her life to bring forward her ‘next springtime’.  And even though she knew that words steer and drive the direction of the life force she also knew how the ‘imagery’ of flowers drove that ‘ inner light’ in that life force, faster than the speed of light itself.  And it was that that gave it the sound of that most exquisite roar of the most powerful engine ever. So of course  flowers had to reflect that expression.

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We delivered the designs. She was happy and she did what she did with them.

Later she called us back and thanked us for beautifully assisting her. She walked through another door reinvented with more experiences, strong priorities and sweetened not by brandy, cake or sweets but through all and every experience….nothing was against her

peacefully wowed, we beamed like cheshire cats.

She was alive…

The Team

The London Flower Lover

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About Thelondonflowerlover

Welcome to The London Flower Lover. We are florists who create floral collections to tell your real life story. With colour and texture, we take floristry into an entirely new direction based on the challenges and joys of your life. Offering what we call 'heart based floristry' we use style, fashion, and life situations and merge them with heart based lifestyle support. This inspiring blend creates so much more for those who love flowers. Using flowers in the traditional way of course, but always using flowers to open up a floralicious conversation about relationships of all kinds. We are a sort of work in progress of compassionately confirming how we are already on the inside, the love we want to see out in the world. That is mission of The London Flower Lover. So saying yes to recognising that is at the heart of this blog and using flowers to honour that inner world is how we use the beauty of giving and receiving flowers. This blog is your blog. It's as much about cultivating your heart, as it is about enjoying the physical beauty of flowers. It offers story, poems and video to reflect the life you actually live whilst showing beautifully inspiring collections of flower designs. Hand-tied bouquets, arrangements and more. All this with sought after tips from well established experts on how to keep a happy heart. This is what makes The London Flower Lover unique and magical. Yes, and that's how we make the difference that we do. When life looks, feels, or sounds challenging, we offer a sanctuary that you may dip into. A well of refreshment and strength that you may draw from. Sharing what others have found to be successful ways of being happy in the face of challenges, whilst letting flowers do the talking when we have no other way to interpret what is going on. Use flowers to help you re-discover, reveal and remember how you can still be despite challenges. Use flowers to celebrate and to embody the possibility of your heart felt desire, fulfilled. Use flowers in your life, to remind you of the beauty of your life. Use The London Flower Lover today. We invite you to stay curious in this floral universe as you explore the love in the heart. This is a floralicious world.
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5 Responses to “I see dead people”, she said: London Florists take a floral brief from a one time zombie

  1. Nice post! Creepy, but a good read 🙂


    • Creepy can be kinda good sometimes. lol.

      Glad you popped by.

      Our darkness can restore ourselves sometimes back to our original nature of wholeness!. Again thanks for coming by and commenting it’s so nice.


  2. LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words says:

    sometimes we see our story being spoken in words from a shore a thousand miles away
    amazing how similar someone who you will never meet voices what one has yet to say out loud…
    Beautiful work of art y’all have created….in flowers and energy of words…


    • We give thanks for your wonderful comment.

      Wow, we are brought to tears by your joyful comment. We are so grateful to you for sharing how spreading love across from another shore confirms that we are all ‘one’.

      What you say has an amazing ring to it.A sound of power. It’s the right time we thought to share this. The time when we can explore death and how it can trigger and cover up so much. And rather how we can change any fear by exploring the cycles of the real feelings behind our sometimes false impressions. Then death has a strange feel good factor. An almost come back factor. We love, we adore, we feel awesome that we can use our skill and talent in floristry for expressing all of this with flowers. We are here to serve you.The planet as we expand that movement within about peace. Our guidepost.

      It’s a practice that allows us to bring joy to so much of life from the inside outwards. Hence the words linked with the flower arrangements we create.

      We thank you for recognising the spirtual source of this energy.

      Thanks for popping by


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