Tag: rose

The Lesson of the Yellow Rose

I spent the afternoon in my garden yesterday; tilling soil and contemplating the opportunity quite literally at hand.

Against the paled grey slats of the back garden fence, the yellow rose celebrated her climb. And bowing before the light that had served her, she cried – showering the earth with her satin tears.

Behind her, a Maple stretched offering the comfort of its ‘arms’ – the centuries old guardian knowing only too well this burden of loss.

It occurred to me that we often lack the trust; looking back to verify that which the eyes should plainly see – this present moment, unedited, absent the ‘frame’ of societal order.

Instead, we are lured by the incessant chatter and restlessness of mind.

Soon the gardens shall be full again, and these tests of faith nearly forgotten.

Though, these roots shall always remain…

In peace, my friends…

Namaste ❤

We Live to Become.

I held a rose petal in my hand yesterday evening. In the depths of night its velvet touch yielded a lesson in purpose and resilience. And, how the two are forever intertwined – each growing stronger in this dance of will.

Outside, a branch from a great oak lay still against the ground; a causality of wind and the futility of struggle. In the end, it’s our choice – not the strength of our limbs.

What helps us to survive is this gravity of ‘root’; our center point of calm amidst a seemingly endless storm.

Much like Lord Byron’s cloudless climes – we are ‘all the best of dark and bright.’ Our truth encompassing far more than any moment might reveal.

And, like the rose, we live to become.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️

This Blessing of Day.

The morning stillness greets me today; wrapped in the grace of freshly fallen rain and the splendor of light against dew.

Inside she sleeps, this garden queen; with petals adorned and dreams yet unfolding. All the while and upon each breath, curiosity begs adventure’s longing.

She finds her peace amongst the cattails gentle rhythms; bowing before this greatness of day.

And, leaving just one question to be answered:

“Are we too rushed to note her?”

In peace, my loves…

Namaste ❤️

The Gift of the Morning Rose.

The roses shared their final gift today – lovingly crafted against the paling greens; and capturing so brilliantly that first hint of day.

She greeted me along the stone garden path, her smile – glistening – so proud to have survived these rains.

And though she may be leaving soon, in my heart…there’ll always be the memory of her bloom.

“As all must be,’ I said within my heart,
Whether they work together or apart.’

But as I said it, swift there passed me by
On noiseless wing a ‘wildered butterfly,

Seeking with memories grown dim o’er night
Some resting flower of yesterday’s delight…

The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn”

Robert Frost