Beloved Flower Lover,
Honor the space between no longer and not yet- Nancy Levin
“Focus on what lights you up….. Cultivate the most important relationship with yourself between you and you.” She had heard all these phrases from her Aunt, now she was thinking about it by herself, for herself. Her choice.
She was in between relationships and was thinking about what to do next. She knew that she would need to to focus on her own feelings first but was well-out of practice. She used to be the sort of woman who if her partner was feeling rainy, so would get her umbrella out!
She was dictated by someone else’s weather. Yet she decided to take a long honest look at her past . She wanted to come back together with her own self.
With that on her mind, she began to notice how she became alive around flowers and a thought popped in her head. she was not upset at herself about not taking her own temperature using flowers. She instead decided to figure herself for unwittingly using someone else’s temperature as her own. She was a little tender.
She forgave herself for having rationalized herself out of the equation of self love. She practiced this using flowers too , making beautiful spaces in her home to remind her to connect to the highest vision she had for herself. She was a little tender.
What is the highest priority she has for herself? she wondered- rather than the payoff she got from helping others. She was a little tender.
Getting to know her self more she noticed each time she surrounded herself with flowers that she only thought about her own pleasure and priorities. She was a little tender.
Clearer and clearer ,whenever she had the impulse she kept on buying her own flowers to reinforce her own relationship with herself. To stop the perpetuation of ignoring her own priority. She stopped her own figure pointing at herself. She was a little tender.
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
A floral dialogue began out her silence.
What does my heart long for?
What does my heart long for?
What does my heart long for?
and finally
What am I grateful for?
Who am I grateful for?
Who am I grateful for?
A long deep breathe inward, she let go . She invited an intention just for herself for the next day-into her awareness. She allowed it to crystallize and nestle into her heart She raised her chest upwards. Took a long deep breathe outward and let it all go.
mmmmmmmmmmm
She allowed it to ripple through herself. Ripple and ripple and ripple. Taking a long deep breath inward and letting it go. Her back arched. She gently released it. She sealed this connection with herself with this long slow deep breath inward. By this time her eyes where shut closed an she was looking at the soft gentle darkness behind her eyelids. They fluttered.
She allowed herself to go soft, to arrive at the inner space of deep mean unexpected anger that violently came up. The anger deep below her soft skin may be clearing herself out- a guide from beyond to tend to the tender sore wound. The relationship was poking her already tender wound. She realized she was very angry and decided to make deep deep peace with that part of her heart. She knew she could not run around and convince others to be her. To be peaceful.
She indulged her own priority for self love and vibration of her space went upward. Sweetly looking at her choice of flowers. Finding herself talking long slow deep breathes outward . Again, again and again. Innocently she would watch her own breathe flow inward and outward as she connected to her own sweet spot. She opened her eyes looked at her flowers and bowed her head. I honor the space of beauty and peace in you and in me. She was operating from her sweet spot.
Thank you for this floral sandbox that she could play in!
The Team,
The London Flower Lover
