I have been guilty of complaining about the thorns rather than smelling the roses of late.
I returned to London today after a one week holiday. I came back a day early to try to break myself in gently. After settling into my accommodation I took a stroll over to St Paul’s Cathedral gardens. It is one of my “headspace” places.
Today I sat in the garden and rejoiced because the thorn bushes had roses. Hundreds of the sweetest smelling, brightest, softest petals. And yes, I did get hold of one and prick my fingers on the thorns but I didn’t care because the perfume was filling my nostrils and reminding me to use at least three of my senses. Touch. Smell, Sight.
What have you seen today that made you aware of your senses.
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In answer to your question, a new day!
Your pictures are very beautiful. Life is really a rose garden. It is filled with both roses and thorns. But like you discovered, sometime we get pricked by a thorn. We can either bounce back and enjoy the fragrance of the rose or focus on the pain in our finger and loose the moment. It’s our choice. Looks like you chose wisely.
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Great Answer. Yes life is very much like a rose garden. Sometimes the flowers wither and day but invariably they return when the sun shines and there is enough muck poured onto them. Thanks.
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Made me think of this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PablFo3yaa4 🙂
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Thanks I will check that out when I can get to an internet with access.
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