Night Blooms

night-blooms

So few flowers bloom at night, it’s almost an oxymoron. But some do, and they’re all the more precious because of it.

In many ways, we are now in a time of darkness in our world, perhaps entering an even darker time. There have been others, some much worse, and the cusp we are now on could actually go either way.

The flowers can’t hold back the darkness. But they can bring life and beauty to the darkness. Those who do, do a great service to us all. They remind us to hold on until the dawn.

And there is always a dawn.

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Attack of the Killer Dandelions

Attack of the Killer Daisies FAA

Look out! They’re coming to prettify your lawn!

Ah, but then they turn white and all those little puffy things go all over, and most people don’t think that’s so pretty.

But wait! — then after that there’s more pretty dandelions!

Oh my, what are we to make of this cycle of pretty, not so pretty, and back again?

Well, we could defend our lawn and attack it with powerful lawn mowing tractors. Or with killing chemicals. Both of which are what’s usually done.

Defend our lawns from nature’s pretty patrol?

What’s wrong with us two-leggeds anyway?

Where’s the balance between the human need to tidy up nature and nature’s persistent efforts to be extravagantly beautiful?

I don’t know, but I don’t think the answer lies in tractors that pollute the air and poisoning the soil for our children and grandchildren.

I know. The neighborhood association isn’t going to like my attitude.

This image is from my gallery, Out Here in the Country — check it out when you get a chance because you’ll get to see the full resolution image in all its detail. Plus a little about how I go about creating these images. Just go here. Thanks! Let’s have fun.

Pushing Through the Roses

Pushing Through the Roses FAA

Pushing Through the Roses

They’re not so pretty, all by themselves, although they do have a beauty of their own. Not so flashy. Not so showy.

Pushy?

Well, yes. But in a way that actually complements the roses, and makes them both more than either alone. What they do seem to have is a solid self confidence. They’re confident in their plainness. Confident that it’s just them being completely themselves that makes everything better.

Assertiveness training through flower arranging. Who’da thunk?

This image is from my gallery, Xtreme Florals — check it out when you get a chance because you’ll get to see the full resolution image in all its detail. Just go here.

Last Fall This Spring and Always

Last Fall This Spring and Always FAA

Easy, give yourself a sec to get used to the perspective of this picture.

OK. Now, then:

Last falls’s brown leaves with this spring’s green shoots. And of course, the eternal stones. No, not the band!

Well, there you have it. The essence of the vast experience that is life on earth in one photo.

What, you were expecting more words? Well, you know… sometimes more is actually less. Shhhh…

This image is from my gallery, Out Here in the Country — check it out when you get a chance! To see a full resolution image of this digital artwork in full detail please go here.

Gently in the Morning

Gently in the Morning FAA

Easy now, no jarring alarm clocks today.

Just unfold and open yourself to the new day’s light. Stretch. Slow now, there’s no rush.

How long does it take to wake up this way? Does it add another minute to your prep time? Five?

Seriously. How do you want to set yourself up for the day? A moment of panic, jolting your body out of bed, trying desperately to cram ten pounds of activity into a five pound schedule? What do you think this does to your mind and your spirit?

What difference might it make to your day to remember these flowers and allow your body to unfold and smile the new day into being?

Sure, I know. But you can probably do it sometime. On a weekend. On your birthday. You might like the way the day goes so much you’ll start to make it a priority.

Yeah, I know it’s ten pounds of potatoes and a five pound bag. Just go with me on this.

This image is from my gallery, Xtreme Florals — check it out when you get a chance! To see a full resolution image of this digital artwork in full detail please go here.

A Place to Rest

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Come on in and meditate.

Doesn’t it look like you could just snuggle in and feel all safe and cozy and one with everything? (No jokes about the Dalai Lama and the hot dog vendor, please!)

So here’s the thing: you just need a little opening, a crack in the world, to send yourself into if you’re going to journey to another realm, and these flowers are as good a place to dive in as any. Just imagine yourself (remember imagining?) floating in behind the petals and the tendrils and let your very capable imagination take you deep into the magical lands of Spirit.

Patience, gently now…

Oh, did I mention that “imagination” is not the same thing as “pretend”? Although you can start by pretending, (kind of like priming a pump) “imagination” is actually a western misnomer for “eyes of the soul.”

Just as real as the optical variety, you know.

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Look at Me, No ME

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They’re all lovely, aren’t they? And yet, like children, they each want to be the center of attention.

Or better yet, the center of affection.

It’s funny how each is concerned only with itself, yet together they make the most wonderful ensemble. Something worth thinking about when we’re told not to think of ourselves and our own wants and desires, isn’t it? If each member of this community didn’t make a priority of being the most magnificent being they could be, where would the community be?

Well not in this photo, anyway.

This image is from my gallery, Xtreme Florals — check it out when you get a chance! To see a full resolution image of this digital artwork in full detail please go here.

Morning Light

Morning Light FAA

A bright cool morning is flooding our flower friends with the promise of so many possibilities — and in their astonishing variety, the flowers are returning the favor, reaching out in their eager dance of life. They look like a bunch of kids about to be let loose for recess, don’t they?

But each day not only gives us the gift of a fresh start, in all the new paths it puts before us to explore, the day itself is also excitedly anticipating the gifts that we will bring to it. It lays itself completely wide open before us, giving itself totally to us with its new energies, its weather, its events, people, and it waits, not knowing, vulnerable, for what we will do with it. We’re not at the mercy of what the day will bring, it’s actually the other way around.

What fun to begin a new day — what gifts will it bring us? And what gifts will we bring to it?

This image is from my gallery, Xtreme Florals — check it out when you get a chance! To see a full resolution image of this digital artwork in full detail please go here.

Honey Dipped

Honey Dipped FAA

I look at these flowers and I can’t help but think of honey and butter rolled up in a warm tortilla, oh my!

That’s one my favorite sensual joys. I’m sure you have yours that are pretty awesome too. But you know, I never had to have yucky food to be able to appreciate yummy food. Yummy food is immediately yummy without needing to reference anything else but its own yumminess.

Do you see where I’m going with this?

It’s a spiritual cliché that if we didn’t know pain, how would we know pleasure, if we didn’t know the bad, how would we know the good?

I’m not buying it, and I think you can see from the example above (I’m sure you can think of a few choice ones of your own) how quickly that’s shown to be B.S. — Berry Silly. (mmmm, berries!)

Not that we can’t learn from suffering, because we obviously can, and not that I wouldn’t appreciate a good honey and butter burrito even more if I had to eat mud burritos for a few days.

The point is, it’s kind of offensive and patronizing to cite this particular bit of nonsense as some kind of sensible or comforting answer. Though I’ve been tempted to use it myself when I didn’t have any good answer for suffering. As if there was one.

And to think this all started with a picture of some flowers…

Some of which are good to eat also!

This image is from my gallery, Xtreme Florals — check it out when you get a chance! To see a full resolution image of this digital artwork in full detail please go here.

Rise and Shine (Xtreme Floral 22)

Xtreme Floral 22 FAADon’t these girls look like they’re rising to the first morning rays?

Just look at them, rising out of the darkness, eager, stretching toward the light, toward the excitement of a new day to be alive. Flowers are beautiful, but they’re awfully short lived. For flowers, “seize the day” isn’t just a nice slogan, it’s a life mission, since their lives are measured in days, or weeks at most.

And yet their lives are full, presumably no less full to them than ours, or than that of a giant tortoise whose lifespan is measured in centuries rather than our own decades.

Every life can be full and rich, no matter how short, no matter what form it takes so long as it is truly:

lived.

This image is from my gallery, Xtreme Florals — check it out when you get a chance! To see a full resolution image of this digital artwork in full detail or to purchase a high quality print either framed or unframed, please go here.