Luscious Soulful Beauty: May 22, 2015.
Hello Brave and Tender
Heart,
Look at this beauty in my backyard!
Complete perfection that leaves me in awe and returned to trust in a welcoming world. You see, the magnificence of these blooms has very little to do with me. Sure, I make sure the bush has water and do some occasional dead heading, but mostly I just stay out of the way.
And
this happens! Soft perfection, gentle sweetness, seductive calm.
I seek these tiny corners of beauty when I need a dose of wonder. A reminder that life is not all deadlines and goals. That even in the midst of trauma, illness and struggle, life keeps flowering. Nature has a brilliance that always moves us forward.
Abundance can not be held
back.
It does, however, need to be recognized to be able to make a difference. I have needed this reminder more than usual the past few weeks. Almost everyone I know, myself included, has been going through very challenging times. Severe illness, critical loss of faith and confidence, loved ones lost or almost lost, injuries, unforeseen financial issues. Many of us are being shocked out of our complacent selves. Asked to
change and adapt to a new kind of self and reality. Even when this is wonderful, a welcome breakthrough and transformation, getting there is proving hard in unexpected ways. And when this change is not welcome, not what was planned, it is devastating.
The flowers in my garden do not erase the challenges. They do not stop the feelings of grief, loss and fear. But choosing to witness beauty, to seek it out and allow it heal and
soothe, is a form of sacred self care that nourishes the weak and tired places of the soul. And this gives us strength to move forward. To be the abundance we seek, to be nature always flowering. Even in harsh times.
What simple beauties work for you? Nature? Music? Children playing? Art creating? Knitting? Baking the perfect cake? Wearing your favorite color? Petting your cat?
What new ones are waiting to be noticed?
~And, unless you think my yard is full of perfect roses, here the bush that is holding the flowers above (proof that glory exists in the imperfection):
