Wednesday, August 12, 2009

blossom

On a beautiful summer afternoon we come across a majestic rose bush. All its roses are in bloom except for one. Let's take a closer look. As we approach, the scared little rose bud pulls her cocoon even tighter. We need to say something to help. "You look like you could be a beautiful rose, why don't you bloom?" Softly the voice replies "I'm too fragile, this world will hurt me if I open up."

Upon hearing this, the sun decides to try and entice the little rose to bloom. He pushes out his chest and shines extra hard. "Open your arms little rose and feel my warmth!" Again the little voice whispers: "I'm too fragile, this world will hurt me if I open up.” A small cloud swoops in to try and save the day. He shakes his belly and glistering drops of life giving water falls to the ground. "Please open up and drink, you need your strength." Yet again the little voice cries out "I'm too fragile..."

In a week’s time we visit the rose bush again. All the roses are beautiful and proud. All except the little rose bud, lying on the ground.

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It’s not easy to open up to a world that can hurt us. We feel safe and secure when we keep everyone at arm’s length. But there are people who give us warmth and life. There are people who help us blossom if we only open up and allow them in.

18 comments:

  1. I hear you... I understand. Thank you... :')

    Louise.~

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  2. Well written as always. :-) Your minute stories always carry a piece of me in them. That is the beauty in your prose, everyone can relate in their own way, your writing is universal.
    smiles,

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  3. Beautiful minute story with a life time lesson !
    Thanks
    from sesga

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  4. Its only when we share ourselves with others that we truly start to live!

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  5. I love your lesson today (difficult as it is to put into practice and so true), and that lovely rosebud picture.

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  6. ...if only we let them in. moving.

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  7. i feel like in every room there a "little rose" that refuses to bud. that reminds me of this quote from Marianne Williamson when she says: "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be?" ... i actually don't want to paste the whole thing because it's too long but if you want to read the rest, click here.

    your message and her message relate to each other. thanks for this food for the soul.

    oh and i gave you an click here to see it.

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  8. I think it's difficult to remain open too. I have to decide every whether to hide or step into life-the fear of the new day can be...overwhelming.

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  9. your stories are so real and beautiful. i guess everyone can relate to them in some way, like Jessie said. and you know how close they are to my heart!!
    & yes i we do need to open up at some point, tho it is really hard sometimes. if not, i guess we'll just lose ourselves, without even realising it!!
    xxoo

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  10. Hi:) Very good learning... although it's not always easy, nothing was EVER accomplished without risk. Open up and go for it!

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  11. Hi again. I always gotta comment. Because wow that was just really great.

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  12. vulnerability...

    Great weekend to you dear!

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  13. Your thoughts are as beautiful as your pictures..

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  14. Thank you for joining me at my sketchblog, Louis; but i would love it if u join me at my other blog www.artichauhan.blogspot.com, as its where I spend most of my time and energy!:)

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  15. Very well said.... perhaps a representation of a million voices in unison!

    Wonderful writing!

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  16. WOW. This is soooo well written too. You really are an incredible writer. I love each and every post you leave. So compelling, so well written.

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  17. Wow, beautiful story. But I feel that opening up takes time. The sun's invitation for the bud to bloom sounded forced--a bit traumatizing for the admittedly fragile bud. But I still liked to overall message.

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