The Feel Good Idea Of The Day: Petals

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The petals of the wild roses have given themselves to the Earth.  After a blossom so great--drawing bees, hummingbirds, butterflies, and humans to their throne--the blossoms begin to fall off the stem.  My heart wonders, won't you stay forever?

Petals are often saved for use in ceremonies or offerings.  In weddings, the bride walks upon rose petals as she makes her way to the altar.  Petals are scattered for lovers, signifying romance.  Creating an invitation to move further into loves embrace.

Wild roses are a gift.  Bushes, untamed are found among the roadside--part of abandoned homesteads, abandoned dreams.  Pieces of lives past.  We often don't notice them in the landscape until they bloom.  They point toward the human wildness that we all share, the part of us that will inevitably bloom:  passion, anger, delight, sadness, rebirth, empowerment.  The souls wants. 

The giving of the petals is the offering.  They let go after the rain and the wind have swept thru.  Wild roses are a teacher for us, if we allow ourselves to listen.  The wild rose perseveres, despite the barb-wire wrapped around its trunk...it blooms, allows itself to be witnessed.  Then offers its love and appreciation, to Mother Earth.  Saying thanks for the ride, it's been amazing, the petals begin to drop and sway thru the air, Earth bound.  Landing upon dirt, gravel, grass--it matters not what is beneath them.  

May we offer our passions, those things that move us, entice, delight us to Mother Earth.  May we always be offering our prayers--our dreams.  

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
— Rumi, excerpted from the poem "A Great Wagon"
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