Dec '25 (edited) ⢠General discussion
đWHEN THE FLOWERS DIE
Have you ever heard a woman say that she doesnât like to receive flowers because they just end up dying? Or, a man say that he doesnât like to buy a woman flowers because they just end up dying?
What the fuck is up with that?
Thereâs so much beautiful symbolism in the entire process of becoming a flower from seed to rooting to extending upward with stems and now growing leaves, in the developing of beautiful petals and colors and shapes, and then, finally slowly wilting, dropping its leaves and then yes, dying. Isnât this a beautiful metaphor for life?
đ¤ď¸MY MOTHERâS PASSING & THESE FLOWERS
My mother recently transitioned so a dear friend of mine, who is also a member of this community, dropped off these beautiful flowers at my door to acknowledge my mourning. Obviously theyâre beautiful, and I have looked at them daily with fond remembrance of both my mother and my friend who gave me these flowers, but thereâs more to this.
âI kept hearing that statement âflowers die anyway,â and thinking how stupid it is because everything dies, but not everything that dies offers us such effortless beauty, comfort and joy.
Although my motherâs and my relationship was not very close, we did in fact have deep love for each other. We somehow always navigated back to peace. I would send her flowers every year for her birthday sometimes with candy or a little trinket and she loved it because she didnât always get acknowledged much on her birthday from my brothers and Iâve been living 6000 miles away from her. So when my friend dropped off these flowers and I discovered them at my front door, I immediately thought of my mom and how I gifted her flowers every year, and that this was sort of a full circle moment for me. I received flowers in honor of my mother almost as if they were from her.
I look at this gorgeous bouquet with gratitude for my friend who dropped them off to me even though her schedule was super fucking crazy tight. I think of the beauty that they hold and the fragrance that they emit simply for my joy, for my pleasure, for my peace. And, I think of my mom who loved receiving flowers from me. These flowers that will âdie anywayâ have brought so much JOY!!!! (Mahalo piha e tita!)
đI myself rarely receive flowers. Do you?
FINAL THOUGHT:
Maybe people donât buy flowers as often as they used to because there are shinier, longer lasting gifts to be given. Maybe I just havenât met the right person or people who love to buy flowers and shower people with themđ§ (sarcasm). I donât know, but this particular bunch of flowers brought me to a place of appreciating their symbolism as life itself and therefore very much worth the money to buy.
After all, we humans begin as a seed. We grow into a multidimensional (petals) being - hopefully exuding our INNATE beauty and unique qualities throughout our existence. *If not, this is why this community exits. Weâre basically plants, boo!
Buy the flowers. Gift the flowers. Receive the flowers. Knowing that in death, there is also beauty because without it there is no life.
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