Beloved Flower Lover,
Her mother called her in for a chat. Again. – The money chat!
She was already feeling ungrounded, confused even more uprooted even though she had just began to get regularly paid after a long hiatus. Maybe it was due to the time of year. Now she was actually getting a little more money than she had had for a very long time. It felt like she was travelling through unknown territory.
Despite having felt like the bottom had fallen out from her life after a number of life changing situations, she had invested herself into self development, self reflection and just learning to live differently. Appreciating where there is a loss that there is also a gain and this was constantly reinforced as she met many a man and woman who talked also of their life reversals. She found them in hospitals, on the bus, in the supermarket, in the queue at the bank, at the school playground, at the church. She saw them on TV and heard them on the phone, mobile, landline. She recognised a hero when she saw one. Someone who had realised that they were in fact equipped despite their external circumstance suggesting differently.
“We are the creator, the dis ease, we are the ones who realise you are just fighting yourself”.
So although on paper it may have appeared that she had little income and more requests for monies. This request for more monies now from her mother only acted to accelerate much which she could now intergrate. And had left her at a loss to with should come next.
“I have dropped the mother daughter chain of pain. She taught me to love me more. Thank you mum. I can celebrate every time I felt ashamed of me…..wow, I am going to nourish myself with mother earth. Yes floral veggies from right out of the ground-inner-standing”.
She made her declaration. Peace.
Scared no more-intergration the greatest love story ‘ever’ written was being rewritten. She was the author.
The London Flower Lover