bowing out


I've been watching the evolution of this big bouquet of flowers now for over a week. It's brought me such joy just by it's being here; each stem boasting it's own unique bloom, lifting my spirits and offering such inspiration. Yellows, oranges, burnt umber, coral, kelly green and sage (to name a few) have all offered well needed bursts of happy.
But as time passes, so too do the vibrant colors, supple shapes and strong stems. One by one, these flowers are fading. Never being one to overlook beauty in even the most unexpected places, I have been in reverie of the fade. As each stem begins to weaken, petals drop and leaves dry. But still, there is so much dignity left, even in the process of wilting.
I find that i cannot bear to toss the whole lot out at the same time. Instead, I carefull watch and wait and pull the dead flowers out one at a time. Some last much longer than others and I am determined to enjoy each one as each takes it own sweet time to cycle through it's short yet brilliant life.
I have my own way of honoring these beautiful blooms as they bow out before my eyes. I observe. I acknowledge. I celebrate. I nod and say thank you. For the gift they have offered. For living so bold. So beautiful. And for doing the same all the way to the end.
Show us a celebration today. Something that reveals the process, the life cycle, in whatever phase it might be in. Share the beauty you see.
Reader Comments (26)
Lilacs are a particular favourite of mine; so short-lived, and so pretty even as they fade.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/85057042@N00/4709366817/
This image is not of a part of the cycle, but I saw a cycle in the clouds that inspired me:
http://www.kateyeview.com/2010/12/spiral-of-creativity.html
http://www.flickr.com/photos/dontforgetthehorse/4687556043/in/set-72157623860172392/
Two things.
One, the beauty of my husband coming home for the first time in almost 2 months after a stroke:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrssoup/5347781788/
And two, the beauty of new life and older. A great grandmother meeting her great granddaughter for the first time.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrssoup/5341447710/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/autumnsun/3488200047/in/set-72157623296076521/
http://lifesignatures.org/wordpress/2011/01/january-24-marachino-cherries/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/chelscham/5350374895/in/set-72157625725991226/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/sanderwood/4776591822/in/photostream/
http://www.shirleybehindthelens.com/2011/01/past-its-prime.html
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shutterbugmuse/5238943602/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shutterbugmuse/5238943602/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/impossibletask/5070785874/in/set-72157624979712189/
I felt limited trying to find something that shows the entire process. However, this makes perfect sense, capture the process, which is the reality of the word.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/14632491@N07/5193544248/in/photostream/
They reminded me of a song by Pat Green called "Baby Doll."
http://somethingblu.wordpress.com/2011/01/24/manifest-monday-the-key-to-change/
http://somethingblu.wordpress.com/2010/11/08/grow-love/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/32837589@N07/5354951509/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/blueelephantphotography/5394968734/