What is the Heart?
A flower opening…
Rumi
Tag: flowers
Flowers to Brighten your Friday
A flower will alway brighten my mood, even dying flowers as they hold onto some of their beauty. I like nothing more than being out in nature, in a meadow, by the sea or in the countryside. I love to look at nature, particularly flowers as they talk to me and remind me that nature has it right.
It’s cloudy and grey here today in southern England, it does not call me out. But that is okay because it gives me opportunity to catch up on things, like reading lovely blogs from you lot.
Happy Friday!
Choose Me
The flowers are rejoicing, a bee has sauntered by.
They dance, they sing, hold heads aloft, up to the smiling sky.
The bee is quite oblivious, to the happiness he caused.
He spotted a bright flower and thought he’d take a pause.
So he takes his fill and wonders on, through the flowers bright.
They hope he will return again before they close tonight.
Message of the Flower
What does a flower tell me
As opens slowly, gently, finding itself
What does a flower tell me
As it stretches up towards the sun
What does a flower tell me
As it gives color to life
What does a flower tell me
As it reaches the climax of its bloom
What does a flower tell me
As it dances in the wind
What does a flower tell me
As the petals begin to drop
What does a flower tell me
As it gracefully bends in age
What does a flower tell me
As it feeds the earth in death
Felicity’s Flowers
Felicity was a simple woman, the simpleness of her manner, the simplicity of her dress and the ease of her movement told you so. Yet she had great clarity, she had an intuition that was beyond this world a clarity so powerful that she had no need to worry as others might, she just enjoyed the simplicity of life and waited.
Felicity knew where she was going and she knew why she was here and that was enough, that was all that she needed. She did what she wanted in life, she sold flowers and painted. She didn’t involve herself in elaborate bouquets for weddings and other such functions, just bunches of wild meadow flowers she grew in her garden and collected from the fields and hedgerows around the village. Her paintings of nature, flowers and sunsets were a reflection of her beautiful mind, Felicity dealt in beauty.
Felicity also made healing teas and creams, she studied the flowers and nettles and treated those who asked. Felicity wasn’t a sales woman, she never put out her wares, people just came when they heard about her. This was usually after seeing a painting hanging elsewhere, a floral display at an event or heard of a miraculous recovery.
Felicity never promoted herself but knew without doubt she would be okay, she would be looked after. When money was needed to pay a bill or mend the roof, so an order would come in or there would be a knock at the door. She didn’t have a computer or telephone, she hadn’t heard of social media or its purpose but life was okay. Felicity didn’t crave riches, she didn’t want to be cold and hungry but at the same time didn’t wish for anything beyond her simple means.
Felicity did not see beauty in material things, she didn’t need high fashion, state of the art gadgets or a bigger and smarter home. She didn’t see beauty in anything else apart from the world around her and because of this she was beautiful beyond wealth and status.
Felicity enjoyed listening to music, she loved the opera her favourite piece from La Wally, although she didn’t have anything but an old record player to listen to and this was enough. She found music in life, the sound of dawn breaking, the sound of the rain hitting the trees and the sound she found in stillness.
People felt very drawn to Felicity, they wanted to be in her company, listen to her and ask her opinions on their own lives. Felicity did not profess to know the future but she was always right. Felicity was a healer through her words as well as any potions, maybe more so. She instilled peace and contentment in others by helping them see their own lives through her eyes. The worried, worried less, the lonely felt comforted and thought about and the grieving felt closer to their loved ones sitting in her company.
Felicity knew and waited for life to unfold and everybody who knew her waited with her trusting in her beautiful soul.
Fenced In
It is so easy to feel fenced in and trapped by our surroundings. I like to think of a fence as a safety measure. Not something to hold us back but a reminder, sort of pause, to help us think about where we are going and how to get there.
How often do you see flowers blooming over fences, poking through in all their glory to find the sun or blow in the breeze. Fences are made for flowers, they help them climb, they hold them up and they support them. I think that if we view fences or barriers in life this way we might recognise the way in which they might help out growth.
Fences can be our allies, our crutches and our props. They don’t always hold us back, sometimes they protect us from moving forward to quickly, from harm.
Togetherness
Connected to you, like a petal to a flower
like a feather to a bird, like water to a shower
Connected by experience, connected in love
flowering with passion, as beauty often does
Flowers on the Railway
The flower on the side of the railway tracks looks out of place in this grey urban environment. But the flower, like many others like her along tracks, still reaches up daily in prayer to the sun.
She has hope for future generations, she is positive about the future for her kind. In the distance, if she stretches up above the grass she can see the downs, she knows that flowers just like her grow wildly there and flourish. She is at peace knowing that through pollination, her kind will also one day live in those hills.
In just a few weeks the bees and butterflies will be back and her prayers may come to fruition. Until then she will continue to allow the wind to sooth her and perhaps help a little along the way.
She continues to dream of a better future for her kind.
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