Flowers

The flowers I recently planted are important to me.

A few weeks back they were all I cared about. They were what I woke up for. Each morning I’d head outside, even in my pjs, and walk to each plant to see how they were, and sometimes speak to them or pick off dead flowers or leaves.

One morning I woke up to several of them in a clump on the grass. When I went outside it looked like a critter dug them out, ate some, carried others away and left the rest out on the grass. Maybe it wasn’t a critter…maybe a person…or the fox I saw the other night? I bet on the fox.

Immediately I went to the hardware store, explained my situation and was told I want the fox around- they take care of the rabbits, and they were the likely culprit. They sold me deer and rabbit repellent that states would not harm plants or animals. So far it is working and I’ve replaced the discarded plants.

As I write this, I look at them and they appear to be flourishing. Tonight, after clients, I will soak them with water, and in the morning say hello to them, making sure they are okay.

My thoughts are telling me this is a boring post. Why tell the people about the flowers…? I suppose, as I investigate deeper, it’s about trust, showing up and working with what I have. As I stated in my last post, I have not written here in over a year. There are so, so many reasons why.

To write again, or at all, is to trust. I sit, set a timer, open up and hear the word flower. Then, I hear judgment: boring. And I keep writing.

For me, right now, it is the act of it, more than content. It is the showing up for it even through judgment. It is the sharing, even though boring. It is the waking up for what I have, flowers. šŸŒ·

Thanks,

~Nikki, The Soul Reporter

Clipping Ourselves Bare

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I once lived by an avid gardener.

One year, I watched as she clipped her lilac bush down to almost a bare nub. Why would she do this, I wondered?

Well, if you are a gardener, you might know. The next house, I moved, there was a lilac bush. I was thrilled because when I was a little girl, I had one in my backyard, and it is one of my favorite scents.

When I was older, my mother and I would find an area in the spring, where we felt we were stealing, as we cut the blooms and took them home. But, the lilac bush I now had, and could pick from freely, was quite barren. Maybe a few flowers here and there.

I remembered my gardening neighbor, and her advice to invite an abundance of bloom, but I never had the courage to cut off what little bit of lilac I had, and so each year as I hoped for more, I still only received a few.

Where I live now there is a row of what might be lilac trees (or whatever is native to California). Last fall, they clipped the tree branches bare. Again, why would they do this? I bet those beautiful flowers won’t come back, I worried.

Today, I walked by that row of trees, and as you see in the picture above, there are sprouts of green.

Oh, the faith of the gardener. And oh, the promise of nature.

Today, I did a bit of clipping myself- wardrobe clipping that is. I got rid of some clothes that either no longer fit or I no longer felt pretty in. I did this knowing, I’ve little money to replace them just yet. I clipped my wardrobe almost bare anyway, just like those trees. And the lilac bushes.

Do we have the courage to clip ourselves bare? To take our lives, ourselves to a place where it looks as though we might not ever return? Are we willing to remove what we know to be sprouts of beautiful potential, and have faith and knowing, when the time is just right, blossoming will begin again?

Perhaps this is not necessary for all of us, but I have found in my own life, it is the only way to experience the great promise of abundance yet again.

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Namaste,

The Soul Reporter