Beloved Flower Lover,
“Wow, it’s harvest time”, she said as she looked into her heart and at her floral bag with a difference. She had not gone to bed with a bottle of wine, nor had she let the television watch her the previous night…
She was looking at harvest time quite differently this year.
Externally poised, respectable and happy she had been quietly nervous, struggling with doubt. She thought she had balanced work, her colleagues, bills and her children and more. Yet there was so much more going on.
During the last week she had seen herself using the simplicity of flowers to actively plug into the wellbeing energy of love. She put flowers in strategic spots in her environment. On her desk, in her hall way, in her kitchen.
Her floral vitamin, her floral pick me up was working because despite some of her friends and family who knew she was frustrated and who had suggested that her inner tug of war was justifiable. That she should be frustrated, because they would be too.
She had chosen to amplify love and what she had come to know about her true identity instead. Regardless she was learning how to love herself warts and all. And she was learning so much more about herself.
The situation was allowing her to get to know herself so much better. How did she really handle struggle, how could she do it differently. She was learning to appreciate her other strengths with affection towards herself by learning about how she could conjure up different kind attitudes towards herself from within herself.
Flourishing with infinite love and gratitude for herself in the situation. She had created a ripe harvest, ready, ready, ready…
A trailblazer. A pioneer, an everyday woman. Me , you , us. You would not even notice her because of her humility.
She had come to be using the symbol of flowers to act as her beacon of truth. Her compass. To re-balance and refocus herself whenever she felt her twinge of desire for happiness come up and point to the direction of the ‘ I have been here before’ feeling of doubt.
She breathed in and smiled when she thought of the autumn flowers, twigs and leaves. The colours. She was deeply inspired by the textural, tactile flowers like her new soft jumper. She felt comforted in peace as she touched them. Surrendering, surrendering and submitting and using her flowers to conjure up good feelings inside herself.
“I am love”. she said, as she looked at her flowers in the hand-bag!
This daily care practice was well in place now. No more justifying it to others, friends, family or even to herself. She had made the decision to know that she was the love vibration. “Giving seeking nothing in return”, was her little mantra. She decided to sit in that knowing for a few minutes. Those few minutes came from looking at her beloved textured Celosia. Plumes of jewel-coloured , wrinkly-looking knobs within a handbag design. She also found herself becoming energized by this love and old hobbies began to re emerge. She found her paint box and old telephone numbers of good friends!
He was abroad visiting his mother. He had not touched base for a week. But he did today.
” It’s the bright full moon”, he said, I sent you your favourite flowers. The Celosia. I will touch those flowers when I get back”. She was softened, comforted, reassured. There was a silence . “Love is felt in all directions”… he said to her in a later text….
They knew it was the time to celebrate even though they were in two different countries.
Somehow they knew that love is not all soft and fluffy, it’s actually a knowing of what you appreciate about each other. It’s factual. Knowing how to appreciate yourself and each other despite flaws. Perhaps how far you go into getting to appreciate someone may reflect how deep the love is felt. You tell us!
Love is actually knowing what is important to the other. Knowing what matters to them. Their priorities. Co-operating rather than competing. Creating time to do this. How else are you able to influence each other for good? unconditionally?
They decided to synchronize their celebration. So they did. “Nine o’clk UK time hun and …. o’clk your time was her reply.
Who was being redeemed here? who was reclaiming their peace? who was bringing balance? Who was inspiring? Who was recovering their joy and happiness…where did it all begin? first?
Harvest Full Moon is here in many ways.
We are always surrounded by love and flowers remind us of that.
The London flower Lover