Fresh Flowers

A friend bought me fresh flowers nineteen days ago and I just threw them out. It’s amazing how cut flowers can transform a space. They are a constant reminder of the beauty that exists in the world. I marvel at the variety of colors, shapes, and textures. It’s the details like the tiny white antenna poking up from the intense pink petals and the subtle shade changes of the red rose petals that call out the creativity of nature.

The beauty and joy of fresh flowers only lasts so long. It’s hard for me to watch the beauty fade, the browning of the edges, the wilting of the petals and the scattering of the flower shrapnel on the counter.

It’s a short life cycle once the flowers are cut from their food source.

Fresh flowers mark time. They are a reminder to enjoy the moment and to notice the beauty in the details because beauty and moments are fleeting.

Today is labor day. We rest from our labors, stop, and look.

Fresh flowers are a spiritual practice. Watching them change helps keep our priorities in order.

Published by Julie Cicora

I'm an Episcopal Priest that loves using knitting as a spiritual discipline.

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