it draws,
then reflects light
Given a long stemmed red rose Sunday I placed it in a vase on the stove. Each morning when I pour a cup of coffee my friend the rose greets me. So thirsty when first placed in water, one petal that drooped returned to hug the bud.
Throughout each day I have watched how the rose changes. Yesterday morning it was beginning to open and did so fully by evening. Glancing now at the rose which is rich and full, I am reminded of how fleeting and precious life is.
In my youth there was no time, or so I thought, to relax, open and be. Then I read Barry Stevens’ Don’t Push the River and others. Living in the present happened as flashes of light like a frog jumping from one lily pad to the next. Each landing brought a glimmer, another realization.
Only now do I savor each moment, each breath, all the joy, all the challenges and the mystery unfolding before me like the rose.
Very nice rose image. i love roses.
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Thank you for your comment. Another photograph was taken yesterday of the rose with its latest appearance. That image is now attached to the post. Warm regards, g.
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