Author: Flower Roberts

Rest or Wrest

| Flower Roberts

I was weary. I had been trying to move mountains and build bridges.

There was rage just under my skin.

I was a snake coiled and ready to strike with a smile on my face.

I went to hide in my garden.

I was hardened and hollow.

I wrote out the rage.  Angst and anger bled out in ink.

I was resting. I was hiding. I was healing.

But the mountains did not get moved. The bridges did not get built.

The Earth quaked, fires raged, smoke rose and blocked the sun.

Nature is angry.  Her balance has been disrupted.

How can I rest while I watch this?  I cannot.

My sword is my pen. I will battle smarter not harder this time.

I am sending messages to other warriors. I suggest you do likewise.

It’s time to wrest in writing.

I am not just a mother of children, I am a mother of nature.

IF NATURE LOSES, EVERYTHING LOSES.

FLOW

 

 

Appreciating the Amaryllis

| Flower Roberts

Everyone needs a flower in their future.

I try two new varieties of Amaryllis/Hippeastrum every winter.

These bulbs get put in the garden every spring to produce many more blooms for years to come.

But for now, I need a flower when it’s cold and my garden in brown.

‘Pink Surprise’ Amaryllis

I need a flower when the gray skies make me blue.

I need a flower in January.

No other bloom will do.

I appreciate the giant, gorgeous blooms of the Amaryllis.

Glowing in the window like my own little sun.

Reminding me that winter will end and spring will come.

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My 20/20 Vision

| Flower Roberts

There has been some clarification and recalibration this year.

I intend on making some changes.

I have spent time studying science, religion and civics.

I have written more and read more.

There have been omissions that must be attended to. I am too fat and too sassy!

I have kept moving forward, but I have wasted time and energy.

I will be more intentional in 2020.

I will be tracking my progress in relation to my goals.

I will also allow myself to follow my curiosity. That is my joy.

Our culture has too many distractions.

I must use my time wisely.

I will be quieter and more thoughtful. (two eyes, two ears and one mouth)

I still have a lot to learn.

I need to see clearly and focus on what is important to me.

I need 20/20 vision going forward.

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Cheers for 2020!

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I will be sharing my struggles in a series. Just because my garden is dormant, doesn’t mean I am.

Get ready for posts such as “Wrest or Rest” and ” A Part or Apart”

as I figure out who I really want to be at age 58.

Get ready for some serious FLOW.

 

Flower Fireworks

| Flower Roberts

The Schlumbergera buds keep emerging in my cool workshop.

I bring them up when they bloom, so I can enjoy them in my office.

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I really love the bright colors on a dreary, cold day.

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Hundreds of buds are waiting to burst open.

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It’s like flower fireworks for New Year’s Eve.

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Happy New Year

Flower

 

Looking in the Mirror

| Flower Roberts

Things should appear as they are.

I do not agree with augmentations to make things appear like we wish them to.

I usually hold up blooms so I can photograph them.

But that is not their normal posture.

I wanted to capture them as they are, hanging down like chandeliers.

I placed a mirror underneath some orange blooms.

Now you see what the hummingbirds see.

Reality is lovely.

Love what is in the mirror.

Flow

 

Our Hallelujah Holiday

| Flower Roberts

My family has spent our holiday in the hospital.

Before you sigh and try to start a pity party, you better sit down to read this.

They found some cancer in my daddy’s eighty-eight-year-old colon last week.

It tried to kill him, but my daddy has too much to do yet.

So a surgeon removed it on Christmas Eve.

Then there were many complications. We were afraid.

I spent Christmas night in ICU watching lights and hearing bells.

It was rough, but the nurses and doctors pulled him through.

Do not feel sorry for my family. God came to us.

Even to me; an undeserving, stubborn, sinner.

So Santa was a surgeon and the elves wore name tags.

We all got exactly what we wanted.

All wrapped in shiny foil.

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I am headed south to serve holiday ice from a fine styrofoam cup.

There is no where I would rather be.

If you did not get the present you wanted this Christmas, we will share ours.

Happy Holidays

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Thanks to Dr. Dobson, Dr. Patel, Ashlee, Laura, CJ, Jay and dozens of other wonderful healthcare professionals who spent the holidays with my family. 

 

 

The Whispers

| Flower Roberts

I notice everything.  It’s my way.

There is a lot of loudness in our culture.

There is too much flash, shine and bang.

Everything is competing for your attention.

The television, your computer, your phone.

There is too much noise and sparkle to process.

So I choose where my focus is.

I choose the whispers.

The truth does not need to scream.

Reality is real without the shriek and shimmer .

If you feel blasted by life.

Pause.

Focus.

Listen to the whispers.

That’s your soul talking.

 

Love Flow

White Blushing

| Flower Roberts

I just brought this up from my unheated workshop.

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I love how it has blushed pink. It reminded me of one of the fairy’s dresses.

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The blush can be seen moving down the buds.

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When the blooms finally open, only the tips are white.

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I think this is gorgeous coloration.

I do love the whites, but their blushing is pleasing.

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