I found the flower of the Lady's Slipper lying on the ground beside her, (so like the stunned Hummingbird in the garden.) I gently held the blossom in my cupped hand -- she felt tremulous like a heart barely beating. All week I had brought her Tobacco and whiskey and sat with her long hours in the dark. Were my breath and my prayers poison? Or did they earn me the intimate grace of tending to her fallen flower? Or did it all mean nothing to her at all? Unless I can know how will I ever dare pray again?
Dear Sean, or....could be.....In many traditions the falling of a flower is considered auspicious, indicating the beings transcendence and Blessing.... the ending of a cycle and the beginning of a new one for you and your heart...you are finding beauty and strength even in challenging times. Much Aloha...
Really beautiful ❤️
Dear Sean, or....could be.....In many traditions the falling of a flower is considered auspicious, indicating the beings transcendence and Blessing.... the ending of a cycle and the beginning of a new one for you and your heart...you are finding beauty and strength even in challenging times. Much Aloha...
A beautiful meditation. Thank you.
Oh! Perhaps you were her Prince, made to find her slipper!
The lady slipper is an elusive flower for me. I have been graced by her beauty only thrice in my life. ❤️