Just the other day a new client of mine asked if it was appropiate to bring flowers to our next session. I smiled broadly and said “Yes please!”. You see, flowers are the one thing that I accept very easily and can not have too many of. In fact it would be ideal for me to be surrounded by them at all times!

Once, when I lived in India, I laid in a room filled with flowers and slept on a bed of Mimosa! It was wonderful. You may wonder why? What is it for me that is so very wonderful about flowers?

I am writing this story now because I thought about how it might bring a smile or an upbeat moment to someone out there reading my blog. We all need those moments and I am happy to contribute. It also feels good for me to remember and share so here goes…

I remembered first the garden, the colors and the smells… So many colors, so much beauty and the warm sunshine that seemed to go on forever and always be there… Right then I was so happy and so content, everything was so very bright and shiny and perfect… Yet somehow I became aware that I was perceiving all of my surroundings at an angle. It took a moment to realize that my head was bent and in fact that I was a Petunia, a beautiful open flower! I am not sure what had happened but it felt as if only very recently my stalk had been weakened so that my head had to remain bent in this way… It did not seem to cause me any problem or take away from the beauty, the color, the sunshine and the joy of the garden and being there in it as a part of it all.

I could also see “him”. A man. He wore slippers and baggy comfortable pant bottoms. His feet were up and resting on a small table in front of him. He was almost bald, in his late forties, with a pair of glasses perched on the end of his nose. He gazed intently at the newspaper that he was holding and was reading. He seemed completely unaware of my existence or of anything else, except for what he was doing. Just a man, relaxed in his garden, a very beautiful garden, in the warmth of a sunny day. The moment appeared to last forever and was without begining or end.

Just then a large and beautiful but rather noisy butterfly flapped her wings right under his nose! He looked right at her, he seemed transfixed. As he gathered himself she lifted and flew and… came to land right next to me. He stood up rather quickly, then leaned forward and examined my bent head. Without a thought or a word, between finger and thumb, he reached and plucked off my head, removing it and dropped it to the hard concrete floor…

I laid in the sun there for some hours while I slowly and peacefully transitioned to meet and rejoin all other flowers and colors. It was a wondrous and joyful thing.

What and where do you remember being?