It seems that I tend to rely on flowers as my interpreters for seeing life. It is not just flowers that fascinate me, it is anything that emerges from a grave and gives beauty. Someone asked me why I liked writing about trees? Trees are life! Trees offers so much, but flowers offer hope as well as color. I am not a botanist, but I read (reference below) that when a plant is stressed, they have built-in devices to regenerate. Regenerating and overcoming stress are heavenly gifts. Flowers are symbolic of regeneration, I guess that is why graves are covered in artificial flowers, symbols of regeneration, or just for decoration? I had a family member say once that, “the plastic flowers are outward symbols that this person may be gone, but not forgotten.” I don’t forget my loved ones, they are always in my memories the beautiful smiles, the laughter of crazy antics, and special moments in life we shared, so when I see a flower emerging, I remember my loved ones. I use the flower as a metaphor for overcoming hurdles in my life, I am trying to adopt the ‘upsy-daisy’ attitude that no matter what knocks me down that I will attempt to regenerate by emerging from the darkness and producing something beautiful it maybe a simple hug for someone facing a hurdle like the loss of someone special in their life. Perhaps a simple hug will be like a beautiful flower; maybe it will bring color to someone in need.
ref: (Plant regeneration: cellular origins and molecular mechanisms)
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