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Monday, June 13, 2011

Fallen Blossoms








The smallest of things seem to attract my eyes. Blossoms released from their stems, freed by the weight of heavy rain; their satin smooth petals against the rough surface of the driveway.
 



I notice them immediately as I step out of the car, so frail and tender, vulnerable, exposed. Perhaps it is an awareness of the brevity of their existence that awakens deep gratitude within me, causes me to stop, breathe, wonder at the beauty of this world; these tiny gifts strewn at our feet, easily missed by those who walk faster than I am able.


  

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45 comments:

  1. Great post, perhaps it is recognizing the transient nature of all life on this planet which makes it especially precious.

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  2. What precious words and pictures! Hope you are feeling better very soon. Thank you for your lovely blog

    Hugs

    Jacqui

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  3. Beautiful post, both photos and text.
    I feel the same way.

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  4. I think, sometimes, I notice more that is about my feet than what is in front of me or where I am going.
    because so many interesting things get passed by when looking straight ahead.....
    Life, in it's shortness and beauty, is everywhere.

    XXOO~~
    Anne

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  5. those look like rhododendron flowers and they're lovely in their vulnerability on the pavement. noticing the little things is one of life's joys. I forgot to tell you last visit how much I enjoy your rain photo in previous post. the azalea painted rainy morning view. it's divine. take good care Laura.

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  6. i appreciate your relentless willingness to see beauty in your midst... and the way you interpret it for those of us who are struggling to see, as well...

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  7. So beautiful, Laura. Thank you for reminding us of the beauty that is around us everywhere, all the time if we are willing to look - are patient enough to notice.

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  8. "So frail and tender..."

    You and the flower. Bless you both.

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  9. that was beautiful. thank you.

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  10. Yes, there are some tender blessings in being forced to slow down to a pace that much of the world never knows.

    Please forgive my quietness over the past couple of months. I am feeling a bit battered by life but I am still here, praying and imagining a day when we are both healthy enough to finally have that in person hug.

    Healing hugs and lots of love, dear one.
    Deb

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  11. Your post has me thinking of the strange and deep sorrow I used to feel when I (used to) receive cut flowers. I so hated to see them wither. I did everything I could to keep them around, and then I dried them. Just couldn't let go. And yet, they are all about the letting go. The moment. Which is achingly beautiful.

    Thanks for this post.

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  12. Beauty is all around us always. We only have to look beyond the obvious. You have a knack for that Laura. Thank you for sharing.

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  13. A beautiful splash of colour against the grey pavement!

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  14. only a beautiful soul can interpret fallen blooms with such beauty...

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  15. This is a precious moment to be gratefull to such a fregile beauty.
    I thought about transience of time and it sank into my mind deeply. Great photos and words.
    LauraX, have a wonderful day!

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  16. I like how you always weave inspiring words into your photos! Wonderful post, Laura!

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  17. My comment just disappear, so here we go again.

    I like how you always weave inspiring words into your photos. Wonderful post, Laura!

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  18. It seems at this time of my life everything is more precious.
    Each day a blessing and praying to be aware of all....
    Beautiful post

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  19. I always notice fallen flowers too...and now I have an idea of why :o) We are all far more frail than we realize!

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  20. Such a beautiful post, Laura!
    Thank you.
    Hugs
    Joo

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  21. fragile and at the same time resilient and giving...still managing to radiate even when separated from source...

    beautiful flower... beautiful you...

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  22. Tiny gifts...so true.The tiny gifts are the big ones.

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  23. Such fragile beauty - lost for so many. Thank you for showing us what we might miss in our hurry to get to the next thing.

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  24. smiles. love the small things as well...life is a taper, here today and gone tomorrow...beauty though just changes form...

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  25. Laura...
    You only see the beauty of things.
    I just love visiting here....

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  26. Ah, I would have missed it. I'm glad you helped me notice it.

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  27. Laura...I come here and am refreshed in the most important ways, either through your poetry or through your general writing.

    Thank you, love, for what you do...and what effect it has in my life.

    Blessings on your head.

    Lady Nyo

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  28. So much beauty...so little time.

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  29. I love when you share your "noticings." My noticing has increased in direct proportion to the time I am present in the moment. Today, in the cold and rain, I made a point to walk past my budding irises just in case they had bloomed ~ not yet, but I won't miss it when they do.

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  30. Yeah who knows what you might see
    In the small things as they others flee
    Nice to stop and look once in a while
    Taking a break from the work pile

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  31. Nice. Sweet. Beautiful but yet a little sad. I need to slow down too. Thank you for this reminder :-)

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  32. This is truly, truly beautiful, Laura.

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  33. It's sad when the blooms get tossed about, but how lovely to take the time to honor them. And how neat the juxtaposition between something hard and man-made and something delicate and nature-made.

    Hope all is well, Laura!

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  34. I am always enamored with posts of gratitude. This is no exception. Lovely images and words.

    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/06/14/letting-go/

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  35. Those small things matter. There is a sense of great beauty, with the possibility of sadness, in these words and line. Lovely.

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  36. Absolutely love the contrast of the soft petals against the hardness of the concrete. I often feel like I am being tossed to the wind, uprooted and without ties. Pros and cons to that feeling, I suppose :) I am always compelled to deep thought when visiting, and this will stay with me...I am remembering to express gratitude today because of your post. Thank you!

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  37. Lovely colors. I'm so glad you shared these beautiful tiny gifts!

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  38. it's good if we have eyes for the small and fragile...and you definitely have...love the pics...

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  39. great post.... beauty attracts beauty... xox

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  40. It's amazing how these little gems evoke such deep emotions from us.. isn't it Laura? And how sweet and noble of you to dedicate your poem to these beautiful-but-cast-away gifts of nature...

    Thanks for this one, my friend..

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  41. This is exquisite, Laura! The brevity of their existence, our existence, really moved me.

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  42. Hello.

     Lovely your works...
     The interchange of the artistry brings the peace of the heart.

     Thank you for your visit.
     Have a good weekend.

    Greetings, and Dear hug.
    from Japan.
    ruma

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  43. Beautiful - and I know exactly what you mean, as I am recovering from pneumonia and walking very slowly! It's almost as if a mysterious gift, a special way of seeing, has been given to me.

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