The Feel Good Idea Of The Day: Wild Roses

The day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
— Anais Nin
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Rose is ubiquitous with love and healing.

The gentle scent of Rose brings a feeling of ease to our hearts.  The color of the wild rose, pink, is a color of compassion and universal love.  Roses are a romantic gift for our beloved.  Rose is a great healer of our skin, and can be used in lotions, creams, and oils.  We have entire gardens dedicated to this beautiful miracle of nature.

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I have been watching the Wild Roses for about a week.  The bush that is pictured is South facing and is the first to bloom.  I observe the way that the buds take a good, long while to ripen. The green covering of the bud must pull back first, then still; the tight inner bud of pink will take its perfect amount of time to begin unwinding.  Each phase is a moment of beauty and grace, to observe these movements of nature brings a smile to my heart.

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The quote from Anais Nin is striking; as I look at the rose bud, I see the beauty of smallness--the wisdom of conserving until the optimal conditions for blooming present themselves.  There is risk in remaining a tight bud.  There is risk in blooming.  I understand what Nin is pointing towards, the greater risk of the two is to remain tight and contorted.  The Wild Rose is hard-wired to bloom, just as the bees and hummingbirds await its fine nectar.

As I apply this metaphor to my human life, I recall years (or phases) of my life that I spent tight and bound like the Wild Rose bud.  There is a loneliness that is inherent to being "tight and bound."  The tightness is like an impenetrable wall: I can't get out (emotions, creativity, wonder) other people can't get in (help, love, tenderness.)  If I model the blossoming of the Wild Rose, I am able to interact, and there is an effortlessness that is possible.  My wild nature is alive.  Hummingbirds and butterflies are able to land on my petals.  There is exchange, there is air, there is possibility, and there are relationships.  Nin was onto something big; to remain bound is painful, even though blossoming may be risky--the benefits of blooming outweigh the fear that may come over me when I consider living my life in all its fullness

May the essence and rhythm of the Wild Rose guide you this Spring.