Stop and Smell the Flowers

Flowers are a wonderful reminder of the power of beauty. Notice the symbolism they reflect for the individual, love, friendship, and much more.

Take some time out and open to what is triggered within you as you read this...

A ripe bud is ready to pop open. It takes its own sweet time.

Pedals spread wide in full bloom, displaying an amazing sight. A glimpse brightens the day. The flower emits a luring essence. A simple sniff awakens joy. Senses are teased and satisfied by their encounter with this beautiful flower.

Before long, the flower dries out and then falls. It's over. The flower returns to the dirt.

Soon after another bud sprouts.

The cycle continues....

Flowers are reflections of us. They grow best when well nurtured and each with its own needs with different levels of these requirements - such as water, sunshine, air, and nutrient-rich soil.

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud

was more painful than the risk it took to blossom” ~Anaïs Nin

What type of flower represents you? [I am a Stargazer Lily =D (pictured)]

*Keep fresh flowers on your table to serve as a reminder of these things. Notice how they change the whole room.

Each time they catch your eye, stop and smell the flowers. :)

by Danielle Crume © 2012

Originally posted 6/15/10. Refreshed 9/13/12.

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