Beloved Flower Lover,
Red-faced, hot-blooded, passionate…
energies where flowing and focused.
She exuded strength
She had a steel blade in her eye
She had a machete in her hand
She was not excusing herself today
Even the most powerful men where bowing to her powerful focus
She decided what picture was her focus today
That was her choice
Some called her a bitch, a diva, an uncomprising …..
She felt the heat from being passionate with herself about what she most valued…
Love, peace, harmony… remedies in the face of an unbalanced, unfair situation
No need for petty bickering with self or others about what she wanted her life to feel like.
She cut off her own head
No more excuses
She brought her self to task
She had the power to overpower her most petty behaviours. The behaviours she used to hold up as so important, but no more….
No more bickering, no more bickering, no more bickering
A warrior for love, peace and joy…she cut with anything that was different to that within herself….and she knew exactly where to cut.
She knew the precise attitude that was going to meet with her discipline.
A fierce fight ensued.
Hot, sweaty, she was prepared to go all the way. She had entered this fight to win. Not to possibly win, but to totally win.
Unrelentingly gung-ho. She was at peace with the outcome. What ever happened, whatever happened, she was at peace with the outcome. Fierce was fully embodied.
There was only air and lightness in her movement now as she wielded that machete on her old attitude and cut, cut, cut. There was an air of quiet musicality, where all what no longer mattered dropped into the background. The only feeling was of peace and tranquility in a fight entered to be won. Heroine…
Fierce, strong, victorious
From the inside out first…
She finally went and ordered her flowers….her symbol of being the change she wanted to see.
Self – Disciplined… The fight was won
The London Flower Lover