Beloved Flower Lover,
“Bricking it, bricking it, I am absolutely bricking it”… she kept muttering…
“What do you do when he is actually behaving how you have always wanted?”
“Now I might actually have to sort out wedding stationary?”
Her eyes flickered, searching us for an answer.
“Every time I had been rejected before I just renamed it, and believed it was mentoring me. That it was a form of mentorship that enabled me to reshape my passions more deeply. I had felt that that was normal, just working hard, never really having what I wanted, but being very sincere…But now he has actually been behaving just as I wanted-heck”
We replied with a breathing pause.
“It’s a month away from the summer solstice”… we all turned away and breathed out our passion, working with flowers and doing all what we do… What had you planted in your inner self at the Winter Solstice?”
She looked tingly…..hot….volcanic.
She looked at the flowers around us.
“Hero’s make journeys outwards and heroines make journeys inwards”….”maybe those inner seeds have now emerged”.
She seemed to tense and then melt like a falling feather, quietly touching the ground of a woodland.
“Sometimes just acknowledging that you have received all you want is the greatest act of love. Like marriage, it’s about reciprocity.”
We gave her some paper, a pen and invited her to just start writing a gratitude journal.
Where would you like to go?
“Thank every thing you did not want to happen and notice what it has given you in return”.
What you want, want’s you too. All of you, the dark and your light. A new normal!
The London Flower Lover