“It’s the healing of everything, always choose love”… this came to me as a simple song, it flooded into me, melody and words, complete. It’s been revised a bit, but in general it remains a simple song, a sweet song, and children’s song (almost) and a kind of anthem. I do often contemplate what the truth of “always choose love” really is. Are we autonomous beings, truly capable of choosing our actions in any moment, or are we “pencils in the hand of God” to quote Mother Teresa. Its a very charged contemplation, my mind screams its support for the “free will” choice, while deeper contemplation shows that words emerge from my mouth before the thoughts are in my head (sometimes, I know, not always) so that the idea of “channeling” is what we are actually all doing.
This is not a very popular view. What is the mechanism for creating intention? For creating anything? Can our minds comprehend the actual manifestation mechanisms of this realm? The sense I have is that I am allowed to learn some of the back room workings of the Divine Mind, but somehow the challenge of our time on Earth is to live with a sense of adventure, a continual sense of fear to overcome and constant challenges to meet our basic needs. In other words, its an ongoing “Survivor” episode !
The only things I know for sure are that gratitude and appreciation are rocket fuel for grace. There is a feedback loop that can be accessed to check in with the soul’s progress towards love. Humility is foundational to this loop, any sense of arrogance or pride weakens the communication link.
If you understand my words, please connect with me, resonance is beauty.
Flowers inspire us, attract us to them and it’s an obvious truth that our lives are happier when we have flowers near us. The power of flower fragrances to lift our spirits and heal our hearts is returning to our consciousness, and many of us use them to improve the feeling of our surroundings. We all notice a sweetly scented room, – “mmm, it smells good in here” is an automatic response to a bouquet of deliciously fragrant roses, narcissus or gardenia, jasmine or tuberose.
Flowers are the faces of plants, the poetry of the garden. Through their myriad form and color they interact with other beings in order to fulfill their purpose of bearing fruit and making seeds so that their species will continue to flourish.
Flowers come in a seemingly infinite variety of shapes, sizes and colors. Their designs are simple or intricate, delicate or strong, long lasting or ephemeral. Each flower is perfect and complete, bringing its gifts to the natural system. Imagine for a moment that the birds and the bees also appreciate beauty and respond to color and form in the way that we do. That would mean then that flowers are uplifting all life forms to a state of happiness. Just watch as bees roll around ecstatically in the nectar of a poppy flower and it easy to understand this possibility. Hummingbirds sip the most delicious nectars first, just casual observation will show that they clearly have preferences in the garden.
Flowers heal our hearts. We send flowers to honor the death of a friend or family member, and flowers are essential at both weddings, funerals and everything in between. When we cannot think of another gift to give, we give flowers. Most of us take this for granted, and just take for granted the way that flowers uplift our spirit. Guardians of the mysteries of life, plants are always there, always helping, guiding, supporting and sustaining us.