Tara Lemieux, Buddhist Author, Spiritual Mentor…Friend.
There’s a flower standing alone against the stone garden wall. In spite of winter’s imminent ‘bite’, she continues to remain.
So proud of all that she is – though, more so, of what she has yet to become.
It matters, not – what might be or has passed. Rather, simply that she may continue to ‘be’.
What we do, depends on what we ‘see’.
To some, the unforgiving harshness of the season’s will and whim. While to others, a contemplation of life always beginning.
In peace…
Namaste ❤️
“Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields…
Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.” – Mary Oliver
My darlings, a yellow bloom from my morning walk – a reflection of the light that is so brilliantly you.
And, for which I am ever-grateful.
These tiny pockets of knowingness bursting through the grassy knolls – and offering to me this gift of waking, tucked within a buttered bloom.
“Still, what I want in my life,” writes poet, Mary Oliver, “is to be willing
to be dazzled—
to cast aside the weight of facts
and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.”
To be dazzled by these much simpler things, my darlings, is to have truly lived.
Namaste, my loves ~ ❤️
“To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.” – William Blake
My darlings, welcome to my garden…where eternity finds its forever-reach against the rumpled edges of a flower. Endearing its grace uniquely to heart – a restoration of faith, hope, and love.
It reaches us through robins trill, and painted pops of daffodils. And, through the daring aerialist caterpillar, suspended from its silken wire.
In this world, my darlings, there are no mistakes. No tearful regrets, no “I wonder ifs…”
Rather simply, a testimony to Nature’s joy – and the immutable spark of the Divine’s greatest glow.
Infinity finds its place right here – and Eternity within this very hour.
Namaste, to you my loves ~ and for you, on this day, the blessing of a garden flower.
“Looking deeply into a flower we see…the whole cosmos has come together in order to help the flower manifest herself. The flower cannot be by herself alone. The flower has to interbe with the sunshine, the cloud and everything in the cosmos.” ~ Thich Nhat Hanh
Indeed, the flower is so much more than her petals alone.
She is the sun, she is the clouds, she is the earth, she is the rain. She is the delicacy of her fragrance infused upon these winds. And, the way in which her pattern breaks against the moonlit path.
She is the memory of a first kiss. Of love lost, and found again. Why, it’s as if the whole of the Universe has conspired to share with us, her grace.
My darlings, she is all and everything except a separate self.
And, aren’t we much the same? Our human forms comprised of elements – “the subtle, the very-hard-to-see…the exquisite, bliss, (and) solace, the wonderful, the marvelous.”
My darlings, we are all of this, as well….
We are a timeless masterpiece of this magnificent Universe in this, its most perfect form.
“How did the rose ever open its heart
And give to this world all of its beauty?
It felt the encouragement of light against its being,
Otherwise we all remain too frightened.” – Hafiz
I said goodbye to my son today – which was, by far, the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. He’s leaving for his first year-long ‘next great adventure,’ traveling to a destination nearly half-way around this world.
My goodness, it’s never easy to say goodbye – now, is it? As I look to the sitting table, I see the roses he left behind – perfectly formed, with the most magnificent of blooms.
I’m reminded of the first bouquet he ever carried home for me. It was Mother’s Day, 1997 – and, I had just picked him up from day care.
“Mommy, look – I got for you!!” he shouted, breathless with delight. And, in his hands – a scrunched up, wet paper towel.
To the casual observer, it was just a matted up mess – but, to this Mom, there was no better feeling in this world.
And, now he’s grown – my goodness, how quickly the years have passed. I remember carrying him around in my ‘baby backpack’ – we were inseparable, he and I. No matter where I traveled, he was (quite literally) never too far behind.
But now is the day, I must learn to let him fly; having faith in my new place, within his heart.
We always wish the rose to bloom, and yet – when it does, we fear it will soon be ‘gone.’ But, the flower always returns in another form, my loves ~ and offering us all the greatest blessings of this earth.
As I watch my darling son turn to wave from the door, I can’t help but to appreciate the depth of this one simple truth.
“I’m so very proud of you sweetheart; thank you for helping me to find my purpose.
Safe travels, and please remember your promise, okay? As, I very much need you back ‘here’ someday.
Never too far, my darling ~ no further than my humble heart to yours.
Dream big, live with purpose, and never, ever be afraid to fly.
Love, Mommy”
As Ani Pema might say, we don’t ever know how this story will end; sometimes ‘goodbye’ is just the beginning.