Dreamz423
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As I've not been a poster here on the message board, I figured this was the place to start. Not so much as an introduction, as something I wanted to share...
Valentines day; In the past I generally perceived this “holiday” as yet another celebration of commercialism. I admit to a somewhat jaded perspective as Feb 14th also represents the anniversary of my divorce, not that I’m regretful of the divorce, but the fact the she took the time to plan it to fall on the date…well, if what comes around goes around, I suppose she’ll regret that bit of punctuation in time, if not already. Once again this year I didn’t have the need to scurry about at the last minute to purchase over-priced flowers and candy in a heart-shaped box.
Yet this year I was fortunate enough to find some of the more genuine meaning of the holiday, Valentines morning strolling through a vacant lot I sometimes pass through, I took a slightly different path - amongst the weeds, vines, shrubbery and the typical variety wildflowers, I happened across a rose.
While I do posses an appreciation for such things, I tend to only admire them from afar. Yet, somehow this lone rose seems special, as if destiny has brought me upon it. While I tried to just admire it for what it is and continue on my way, I brushed against it - ever so gently, a force I can’t clearly identify compelled me to linger and admire it for a bit.
The rose made my think that this vacant lot may be more than the convenient shortcut I’ve dismissed it as.
Later in the day, I had to walk back through that lot and take another, longer look at the rose, I sat along side of it and felt surprising at ease - perhaps it only my perception, but in the afternoon sunlight, it‘s delicate pedals opened a bit and I was able to get a small glimpse of it‘s deeper beauty and complexity.
I live a life without a garden, little to tend to except my *mostly* humble needs for a daily life - it’s simple, quiet and non-complex. I do not profess to know everything there is to know about a flower, I have little doubt that in books , websites and such there are those that will explain why this rose I found doesn’t represent absolute perfection of the species, but in contrast to my shortcomings, this particular rose seems to fit with me - regardless of what the so-called “experts” might think. I can’t really put my finger on why that is, but it’s as if all things natural were puzzle pieces, we should be in the same box.
It has been a long while since I added anything to “my” box - so I suppose it only natural to want to nurture this rose to it’s full potential … While putting in my time at the proverbial nine-to-five, my mind kept wondering back to the rose,; why is it there, untended, and alone? - surely others have happened upon it and saw it’s beauty? I found it hard to believe that someone would leave or discard such a graceful being. - I lay in bed last night, trying to convince myself that perhaps it was a matter of in the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary…
This morning was yet another typical winter morning, cold.
As the bleary fog of my sleep drifted away, my thoughts once again drifted to the precious rose, hoping that it weathered the night well. I treaded lightly through the lot this morning, concerned that my steps may disturb it’s peaceful being. Safe in the knowledge that it still exists, it’s attractions not diminished, I headed off to work.
I know in my heart that I must return to the lot - hoping the rose is there, thinking to myself, a garden may not be such a bad thing after all.
I hope everyone's holiday was as pleasant as mine.
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