Cylamens outside my hotel, Atlanta, GA, taken with iPhone
I took about 20 photos today of the lovely flowers outside the hotel here in Atlanta. And every one was blurry.
Immediately, I went into this place of irritation at my "failing" to capture a decent a picture.
Of course, this pattern of being irritated and noticing my faults (and then "beating myself up" about them) is an old habit. One that's been around for a very long time.
But then I decided to look closer at this picture.
Yeah, it's blurry, I thought.
But then I looked with different eyes and saw:
There are these lovely pink cylamens so eager in their upward striving, seeming to reach up to connect and kiss the sun.
There is their willingness to open to receive and accept.
There are few cylamens that are wilted and now rest into their next cycle of life.
There are these beautiful green leaves that skirt around them with beauty and protection.
And in my noticing I begin to shift and see that reflect what I captured was a perfect unfolding…the perfection of the blooming cylamens and the wilted ones. The perfection of the shape of the foilage grounded their stalks to the earth. The perfection of every part of it, just as it is.
Even the perfection of the blurry picture.
I can now see the perfection of how I was given the opportunity to notice how I began disappointed in the picture and how shifted to be aware of the beauty that is offered.
Four times I year I travel to Atlanta to participate in a three-day conference with the Future Thinking Community I'm a part of. It's facilitated by the brilliant Jan Smith and attended by a wonderful group of people from around the country and the globe who are committed to contributing their gifts in a big way to the world. (I've written about it before here.)
I'm so grateful for the learning community I have found in Future Thinking. For being a place where I can practice, make mistakes and expand. For the journey of self-discovery I am on — and will continue to be on. For the chance to have greater awareness around my repetitive (and limiting) ways of seeing the world.
And for the gift of seeing my world new eyes so I can witness the beauty and perfect unfolding that is present all the time, if only I allow myself the opportunity to see it.
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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.