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Characterized by large flowers, growing in clusters, floribunda roses are hybrids. It seems the word may also refer to other plants with copious and showy blossoms. The sublime in bunches, nothing stingy, pure generosity.
If we have lessons to learn from the moth, the earthworm, the oak, the tide, I have no doubt that roses are our teachers as well. Be beautiful in your own unique way, be an explosion of what feels extravagant and lovely. It does not require external assistance. It is about your essential self flowering in and out of season. Carlos Castaneda said, “The spirit listens only when the speaker speaks in gestures. And gestures do not mean signs or body movements, but acts of true abandon, acts of largesse, of humor. As a gesture to the spirit, warriors bring out the best of themselves and silently offer it to the abstract.” If coming into bloom isn't an act of true abandon, then I am not sure what is.
I will speak for myself, knowing that I am not alone in this: I believe we too easily under-value our worth and worth may manifest in such subtle forms. The mere sight of a rose delights and, surprisingly perhaps, reassures me. All has not turned to dust, to despair. I find such hope in the bright and fragrant (real or imagined) splendor of a rose or its bud. It is a botanical marvel. Be as the rose, the poets might say, bringing to any situation such gifts as humor, compassion, attentiveness, insight, kindness, generosity, wit, sparkle, gravitas, foolishness, honesty, presence, for that which the heart or eye or spirit finds pleasing is you in full flower.
Think of your most glorious, abundant self as a modest daisy if you wish, a wee violet, but remember there are no small gifts. In our quiet ways we are heady, billowing, profuse and possess the ability to turn soured milk sweet. We are that amazing and powerful, capable of serous magic.
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