Saturday, July 23, 2016

Breathe mom, just BREATHE!


Breathe Mom, just breathe.  A long lingering breath is taken, as it tempers the fierceness of the moment, she finds relief.  Given in jest but found intensely profound, the decision to carry on is made in that moment of comfort found in the solace of those four loving words.  So many unspoken in that simple phrase, but heard, giving her the gift of desire that moves her through so much uncertainty. 


Pausing to reflect on how often that has carried her to this moment in time, a moment to be cherished is truly beautiful in and of itself.  The magnitude of the gesture, truly amazing to her how something seemingly so minute could afford her so many minutes in her journey.


Closer comes the song of the birds as they spur her on in their way, as her story unfolds before them.  Their joy is not lost on her.  She finds much pleasure in their delight.  

No longer captive to the plight of the loss and destruction around her but eager to truly thrive.           

                 


A rose is a rose is a rose.
It grows on the home of the thorn.
Its beauty is guarded there in its bed
as it blooms from where it is born.

She can feel the thorns protruding
as they bring forth 
the gift of life.  
She is the bud thought never to bloom, 
seen now as a source of light!




From the planted seed its source of life runs freely within just as blood courses through your veins. 








Look in the mirror, are you not like the rose?  
What color will you be when you bloom? 






Orange Rose: Desire, Enthusiasm and Passion. A literal mixture of yellow and red. Orange roses, seen as a combination between friendship symbolized by yellow roses and love represented by red roses. They are meant to be an expression of fascination, or a gift to say 'I'm proud of you'.






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