THE FLOWER BLOOMS.



The flower blooms when we least expect it. I felt the presence when I was pottering around the garden. The garden fascinated me; I could spend days outdoors smelling the roses. I am not sure why; we have our own story. My story can be different from yours, but it is the one telling it that gets the glorification. I spent my time recalling stories for all to hear, that was my way and my opinion. Maybe it might not have been the truth, but it was my truth. The real way of knowing the truth is not that simple. We all know that one person that really thinks their way is the true and tested way. 

 

I am not on that path. I see things but that does not allow judgement on my part to be proactive. I notice the smells; I pick up on the textures and I realise we all have a way of partaking in this world. I can feel that for I had a similar story, a story that took me out of my own comfort zone. A story that can leap from all bounds and show a softer side of myself. I was my own worst enemy. I was sheltered in my beliefs and now I know that listening to other people’s stories are the connection I needed. 

 

A friend of mine has recently lost a loved one. I do not know their story; I know some of it but that is only a fragment of their life. No one knows the full story besides my friend, as that is wrapped around her fingers and she has kept that hidden. A life of torture, a life of retribution and a life that has found a new way forward. Just reaching out and letting her tell fragments of her own story to me was a steppingstone for a new lease on life. She called it a miracle, I may believe that, but it is not my time to acknowledge it in that way. See we all believe in miracles; I believe that stories are told for reasons. I have many but this is her time. This is her way of expressing her thoughts and I will leave it at that.

 

Sheltering those formats is what I know. There is no right or wrong way of going about it. I show courage by letting my own thoughts drift to the next person sitting next to me. They have a reason for being there. I may not like that reason, but they are there. Giving them time to open up takes conviction. I have a conviction, that is to show a softer side of humanity and to really listen to them. That is my way of saying I understand the ramifications of what I am doing.  I took a life coaching course recently to segregate my own thoughts on things, I learnt to listen. I learnt to smell the roses and that is what I am doing. 


By Jacqui Ray

www.growthhealing.com.au

jacquiray@gmail.com

 

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