Have I Missed This Before?

| Flower Roberts

I am beginning to wonder where I have been instead of present.

One of my favorite vines, Clerodendrum thomsoniae,  surprised me yesterday.

I found pods and seeds on it for the first time ever.

Have I just missed this every fall?  Or are these the first ever seeds?

The hearts of my bleeding heart vine have busted open with seeds.

I thought I was paying attention.

Maybe I was skiing instead of swimming.

That’s what I say when I am zooming across the surface instead of being submerged.

Could I really have missed bright red and black seed pods every year?

Have I been this busy?

It’s like missing a stop sign…red light…exit on a highway…

I must just tell myself, YOU SEE IT NOW.

Pay attention now!

I must have missed a few measures of music.  Keep playing.  Keep singing.

Look now.  Pay attention now.

SEE NOW

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Limbo

| Flower Roberts

It’s about staying up as you go down. Strength and balance are key.

That’s where I am in life. It’s not a time to move forward.

I am pausing and assessing.

There is no bar to get over. No hoops to jump through.

This is all new to me, this life in limbo.

The pausing and pondering .

I am not planning or preparing.

I am quietly balancing and bending.

Taking slow, careful steps.

The season is about to change… again.

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The Vine Sign

| Flower Roberts

Here is the view from my desk.

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This Passion vine has never had this many blooms at once.

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All appeared after I published my “Vine Lessons” post.

I actually looked for a Passion bloom for the post and none were open.

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Think what you will.

I consider it a divine affirmation(no pun intended…okay maybe intended)

of my self-acceptance as a grasper and a clinger.

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(The Flower will be quiet for a bit. I will miss you. No worries.)

The Vine Lesson

| Flower Roberts

All my life I have tried to be a tree.

I wanted to stand on my own.  I wanted to be tall and strong.  I wanted to shelter others.

But I am not a tree.  I am a vine.

I reach out toward enlightenment.

I cling to things that I love.

I grow in all directions, not just up.

I get attached to things.

I am not independent. I am interdependent.

I must embrace my vine-ness.

I cannot be a tree, you see.

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Teeny Tiny Frogs

| Flower Roberts

They are living jewels perched on the water lettuce leaves.

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Their colors range from green to gold.

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They are the tiniest friends I have.

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They are precious to me.

I have visited them numerous times each day to get them habituated to me.

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They no longer dive in or hide.

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Their tiny brains have learned to ignore my shadow.

They even look me in the eye now.

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Such brave little frogs!

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