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?

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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…

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Red Earth Blue Sky

Red Earth Blue Sky FAA

Look at them — opposites that need each other. The hot red longs for the cool blue. The sky, welcoming the warmth, nourishes the earth. The Yin and the Yang. The male and the female.

But more.

The free flow of thought and ideas, not held down, floating soft and free, and the passionate yet solid, firm and grounding counterpoint.

Look at what happens when the trees, the link between the two, feather out into the sky and create something new in that roiling energy where they come together, that birth of purple which is neither yet both.

Like a synapse with dendrites tickling into a new thought, a new sensation, a creative leap.

Hey, you gotta let ‘em leap, you know.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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!

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Spring Plowing Soon

Spring Plowing Soon SmallThe foreground stalks are what’s left of last year’s corn harvest. In a few weeks they’ll be plowed under and enrich the soil for the next harvest.

Seed.

Growth.

Harvest.

Repeat.

But it’s not quite as simple as a repeating cycle, just a circle going round and round, returning to the same place endlessly. It’s actually more like a spiral of life and growth that never does return to quite the same place as before. A farming cycle isn’t the same in 2016 as it was in 1916 or 1816.

So here’s the deal: a spiral seen from directly above looks like a plain two dimensional circle. But when seen from the side in three dimensions (a view those trapped in two dimensions can’t access), the evolving spiral can clearly be seen.

But — sometimes — it really can be seen by those of us on the spiral. Unless we’re just spinning our wheels.

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West View

West View FAA

It’s the last rays of the sun on one of the last days of winter, and the sky is beginning to light up the clouds with its magical evening glow. The ending of a day, of a season — it’s a time when nature can teach us some of its most profound lessons.

When a day, or a season is old and near its moment of transition when its light will be hidden for a while, that’s when the most spectacular, subtle and brilliant part of the day so often stuns us with its beauty.

But of course the light is never really gone because as the sun is setting for us, it’s rising to a new day somewhere else for someone else.

And not just days and seasons. Know what I mean, Jellybean?

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