In this post I’ll be sharing some flowers I’ve found joy in recently. Although I’m having a particularly low couple of weeks- out of this has come the growing realisation that I’m becoming infatuated with flowers and what they’re teaching me about life.
I’ve been thinking about places, one where everything is only wonderful all the time- maybe in my garden surrounded by plants. Where illness and hardships don’t exist, here I’ll stay with the beauty of the flowers. Then another, one where I’m pulled from my garden, into this nowhere space of ill health and pain.
I tell myself I’m in one or the other but I’m not- I’m starting to be where life just is. Where beauty and happiness can exist with illness and discomfort. Really, when you experience illness, this is where you’re permanently grounded. Contentment within this place is what I’m after, it'll come and go.
Maybe the whole point of all this is that I’m learning to love life for what it is.
I was crying on the way to the Doctors today, as tears started to build I saw a beautiful bush of flowers to the right of me.
I love flowers now, they bring joy and let me be in a place with them where things just live to grow, wilt and be beautiful.
To see life now is special and painful. Life is real and slippery and of course ever-changing.
Honeysuckle |
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