The yellow rose was blooming. Each morning I went to her to lose and find myself in her silken ruffles and heavenly scent. Elsewhere, somewhere beyond the garden walls, bloody wars were taking place, children were being trafficked across borders, whales were being slaughtered, rainforests were disappearing and there were sick, hungry and desperate people everywhere.
The yellow rose knew of it all, communicated to her through an intricate underground network of roots spanning the entire globe. She was often sad when she heard of these things and some mornings did not feel like opening herself to the world.
But each morning she told herself that even though she did not know how she could help and even though it was sometimes a great effort because her heart was so heavy, she would go on doing what she could and what she knew to do. She would bloom anyway.
When I visited her each morning, I gave thanks for her efforts and I did my very best to learn from her example that I, too, must bloom anyway.
Lovely piece thank you.
I have many roses in my garden. Still my favourite is “Peace”
Xxx Francesca Heartrose
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Thank you Francesca! It will be lovely to plant more roses as time goes on. They do have such beautiful names, don’t they? ‘Peace’ sounds pretty special 🙂 Sending you loads of love xx
Thanks for sharing this! I have so many of those overwhelming days so this helps!
Oh, so glad to know this helps Denise. Sending a big hug. You’re not alone. xx
Thank you, Leah, for listening to what the yellow rose had to share, and for inviting us in to share it, too :). Reading your piece, I felt an awareness in my bones that they knew the truth of what you were speaking to, and were so grateful to have it brought into words that woke that awareness up. Lots of love to you, my dear <3
So good to hear from you, Pam. I love hearing about the awareness you felt as you read this, thank you. I hope you’re doing really well. Would love to hear your news. Lots of love to you too xx
Such a gift you have Leah. Thank you for sharing YOU with the world. Your words, as usual, were read at THE perfect time. Feeling heavy today with the world’s and humanity’s struggles and it really was a GIFT to read your beautiful prose at this moment in time. It is so true how nature just continues to BE its glorious self through it all. Thank you for the reminder that we can do that as well. Love and courage back at ya! along with Peace and Harmony.
Thank you, dear Nancy, I’m glad I was able to forward the yellow rose’s gift through these words. Humanity’s struggles do indeed weigh heavy some days. I think it is only natural that our hearts should break. Love, courage, peace and harmony – now there’s something lovely to ponder. Wishing you a restful weekend Nancy xx