Christmas — that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance — a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved
— Augusta E. Rundel
Whenever I see petals on a flower, I am reminded how held and protected the beautiful, tender sacred centers of each flower are. For me, it's a visible reminder that we are always surrounded by loving protection.
There is something about this rose that says to me:
Hold everything close and immerse yourself in a blanket of love.
It's good message for me, and what I intend to do today.
We will enjoy a quiet morning (and likely an early one as Grace is promising to wake us at 5 a.m. to see what Santa brought!) before welcoming Michael's family over to our new place for dinner. While I am looking forward to having everyone here, I will also find time to be quiet with myself (a walk perhaps? maybe some journaling? a nap definitely!) and to remember and honor the memory of my mom, whose iced cookies, pecan pies and generous heart will be missed very much this year.
Blessings of love, peace, light and joy to one and all.
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Flowering Fridays is a weekly look at flowers through the lens of what they might teach us about flowering fully in our life. Past editions are here.