Last week I went out and cut some of the beautiful roses that are growing outside my window. Then I stealthily snuck over to the house next door, which is up for sale, and has been abandoned. I guiltily stole and cut some of their roses that were growing out in front of the house. I carefully placed them on my desk, where I spend most of my time, so I could be reminded of the beauty in the world and in life that, my life seemed to be missing…at the moment.
I found myself gazing at them often and enjoying their delicate beauty. Now and then I would pick one and move in close and slowly draw in a deep breath of its magnificent smell. I allowed my heart and mind to drift to times when I felt the elegant grace that, they represented to me. Not those times when you are ecstatic, or drunk on something exceptional, but those times when things are good, and comfortable and cozy, warm and secure. I thought about how delicate and soft, and beautiful those times are, and how those times and the roses had so much in common.
Most of the water has now evaporated and the roses are now long past dead and looking very sad, wilted and dried, and I started to throw them out today. But then I stopped, because I felt that they so much expressed me and what I was feeling, and maybe I need to remind myself about how something that, was once so beautiful, can look so wilted and shriveled, and can so easily crumble to the touch…when it has died.
There are many times when a plant that has been planted firmly in the ground and has a good foundation, but has been ignored and not tended to, can easily be revived and thrive, and turn into one of the most beautiful and healthy plants that you could ever imagine, if it is tended to soon enough and someone opens there heart to it and tends it, and talks to it, and shows it loving care.
I started thinking about the things I once had and treasured, that have been snatched away, when I wasn’t looking, and tending, appreciating, and showing gratitude for them. I took them for granted because I somehow always thought that I could rely on them being there.
But while I was busy living my stress filled life, trying to do more and more, and thinking about myself, those things were cut from their thriving foundation while my back was turned, and the water started drying up, as I passed by them not noticing.
They no longer received that attention, and love, and focus, and just like those beautiful roses, they had been cut from their fertile foundation, and the softness and beauty started to dry up and become brittle. The brightness and vibrant colors began to fade, and the delicate aroma drifted away into the breeze. And all of a sudden, the point of no return had long since passed, and all the love and care you could give it, was not going to bring back that beauty that they once had. The slightest uncaring or thoughtless touch; would cause it to crumble, and blow away into the wind.
How I miss those beautiful roses...and the thorns!