Flowering Fridays: Trusting the Beauty

Rose, living room bouquet

Seeing this rose reminds of last part of ee cummings' poem, "somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond":

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

There is something so intimate and enveloping about a rose that always draws me in.

This rose has something to teach me...about being soft, and gentle and kind and welcoming.

About how my presence (rather than my words or my actions) is truly what draws someone in.

This rose has something to show me about trust and about trusting in the beauty that I am always (and that we all are).

What can this rose teach me about trust? About allowing the beauty that I am enough?

A lot. An awful lot.

On a day, where my stomach is feeling paunchy, when I feel like I'm flailing to find my focus in launching my new project and when I feel just like going back to bed, can I trust in my beauty then? Can I relax in this knowing long enough to allow others to experience, too?

Tell me, how do you trust the beauty that you are, even you might be feeling tattered, wilty, or walking about with broken petals?

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Flowering Fridays is a weekly look at flowers through the lens of what they might teach us about flowering fully in our life. Past editions are here.