There is this rose

There is this rose. A red rose. That has been calling my name. Asking me to see its beauty and its fragility. Asking me to inhale its smell. To stop and look at it. Admire its vulnerability and strength all wrapped up in one.

There is this rose. A red rose outside my bathroom window. Calling my name each morning when I wake - asking me to admire it. To see it. To understand it is me as I am it. To see my beauty. My fragility and vulnerability in it. To understand that even though it stands all alone. Holding strong. Bending and flexing in the breeze with its thin and thorny stem, at its top it is beautiful and totally itself. Attracting me, attracting bees attracting the sun because it is being who it is as it is alone, standing firm  in the sand. Unprotected form the dangers of life. Bracing itself against the strength of the wind but because it has a thin stem and is full of thorns, it is more protected than the naked eye can see. Its thin stem allows it to be flexible such that it will not snap in the wind. Its thorns allow it to be protected from its predators and its beauty helps it to attract the bees. Sustaining itself through its toughest time gracefully and without changing what it is.

There is this rose. A red rose outside my bathroom window that is teaching me every single day I see its beautiful face that life will sometimes leave me standing all alone, afraid to move with only a thin stem to hold me up and thorns to keep away my predators but when I believe in who I am and trust in the Divine that we are all here as a result of a plan, I can weather any storm and fight off any predator when I stand true to who I am and what I am.

My red rose representing life’s journey before my eyes. Beauty in its simplest form. Resilience at her best. Red like the stain of blood sweetened by the nectar of love. And for that beautiful red rose standing strong on her own, I am truly grateful for who she is and what she represents to me because I am her as she is me. Namaste.