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:
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.
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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.