Inhaling the scent of beautiful Rose, I notice another blooming within the hedge. Attached to the stem, there are three other buds. None of which have seen daylight yet. but perfectly formed. What sets these three apart are the elongated stems, the stems who have tried to bring the buds into the light, held only by the hedge branches unseen until I brought the fragrance bloom towards me.
Seeing this magnificent creation, my heart sank to find the buds now limp. I felt the need to save them. For years, I would tell people I didn’t like cut flowers inside. I preferred them in their natural habitat, where I was comfortable with their cycle of life.
Seeing them decay indoors felt somewhat uncomfortable and deep. Years later, I’m questioned why? Especially as I was often gifted them by special friends.
Indeed Why?
Witnessing over four days, two buds begin to release their petals, whilst one stays tightly closed. The fully bloomed scent is still strong yet decaying around the edge. Resisting the temptation to make perfect what once was, I take a long purposeful inhale of its beauty and I leave for work.
Three days passed before I could do this. Yesterday, I noticed her once delightful fragrance depleted. The feeling of letting go becomes stronger. What came to light was how much longer am I going to get caught up in everyone else’s stories, stories that affect me on an inner level, where just like Rose Bloom, the urge was to make perfect again.
From two conversations in separate places, I heard ‘patterning.’ How others have shaped me and, you have to ‘unlearn.’ Unlearn what I believe to be true about myself. Rose Bloom showed me how I have tarnished my thoughts and behaviors over the years. When involved in others’ drama, it has a huge play on mental and general health. Very recently, I chose not to play the game anymore. It was once said to me, “Donna, when you came to Earth – the play you agreed to take part in is playing out, but where are you?” Acknowledging, like Rose Buds – I’ve been hiding, like Rose Bloom just poking my face out on the periphery, until Lori, and living her medicine, sees my worth and helps me see the light, helps me to acknowledge my part in the world game on Earth. Boundaries have been built. I put my toes in the water this past month around what I will and will not accept. Repetitive stories in my mind, gone. Just a returning glimpse, I’m on it. ‘Not my story, not my problem,’ and I move on. Now fully emerged in my new story, I’m freer. I’m saying yes to myself more. Saying no to others feels great too. Days aren’t running away trying to solve problems for others. Noticing the victim no longer exists.
Lessons learned.
On to the next. . .
Remembering the day by journaling and a special thanks to:
Lori Ference Medicine Woman | Adventurer | Transformational Guide Creator of Immersive Experiences, 6th Generation Ukrainian-Canadian Vidma (Відьма)
