It is an incredible thing to catch a glimpse of the flower just past the peak of its bloom, when it begins its dying weep. The strength has diminished leaving the dawning of true beauty. Sadly we often miss this. We think it has already shown its pinnacle of loveliness, and turn away. But that beauty was only visible.....the remarkable beauty is found through vision. Such a different more profound lens, I believe.
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....it lay in a place called?
Conamara....x
Thin?
Divine...
love, in a space called Holy.
am i getting close?
This is always my favourite phase of its evolution. Its beauty is all potential.
I think the difference between those who survive and those who live lies at least partially in their ability to view things from a completely different, non-mainstream perspective. And to not be afraid to be ridiculed by others for doing so.
Carmi....I see this in the people I work with. After many years of toiling and suffering, they often arrive in my office past their bloom but more beautiful than before. Sometimes it is the circumstances and life events which offer us a chance to see life through a lens that is different than just seeing the surface stuff.
I agree with you...I tend to put it down to being left handed in a right handed world. My "take on things" is often a little off the beaten path. I'm glad for it.
paul?
....it lay in a place called Greenbelt.
Am reminded of a passage in Anne Tylers book ladder of years,
in which it says
"When my first wife was dying" he told Delia one afternoon, "I used to sit by her bed and I thought, This is her true face. It was all hollowed and sharpened. In her youth she had been very pretty, but now I saw that her younger face had been just a kind of rough draft. Old age was the completed form, the final finished version she'd been aiming at from the start...Attractive young people I saw on the street looked so...temporary."
There is a beauty in survival, the marks that living and loving make, that etch themselves on our hearts and souls and weep compassion and healing on those around...
Does it die or just remove its makeup before it sleeps until the next spring?
I haven't planted a tulip in 20 years and the come up every year and bring new friends along to brighten up spring.
Katie...Anne Tyler is one of my most favourite authors. I completely agree.
I heard an interview yesterday with Leonard Cohen. He talked about the 3rd act, which he is in the height of living. His internal attractiveness is glowing these days at 72 years of age. I was thinking of him and what he said when I wrote this...
Walker...gotta love the resilient strength of a perrenials...
Hey Paul....
it lay in a place called Hope?
Love this post (photo and words) and the commentary it has invited. I appreciate tulips in particular as they gracefully stretch and bend with petals so splayed and centres revealed before they fade and fall away.
daring...welcome! I love tulips too for the same reason...they have a mind of their own and have the uncanny ability to symbolize our own growth.
Beautiful post Dana. Thinking about you. : )
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