photo by Marie Lukasik Wallace – all rights reserved 2016
Daisies photo by Marie Lukasik Wallace – All rights reserved 2016
My Lovelies
Sunflowers and Daisies
By Marie Lukasik Wallace
Heart centered lovelies
Lovely arms flung open wide
Open to give to their tippy tips
Open to receive deeply
Being and flinging
Joy
Ahhh…we have so much to learn from these lovelies.
Helianthus was but a shy seedling when they met
folded up and shut in
But Aubade was tender, patient and caressing
encouraging her to open up
And take in loving energy
She trusted.
He kissed her full on
and showed her loving ways
Her smitten heart fluttered
and soon she followed him
day in….day out
Emboldened to seek him in ways never sought before
for love’s intensity
Not a moment went by when she didn’t seek his light.
Never had she felt so much like a woman.
Standing tall
standing open
Hearts entwined
Souls entwined
The truth of the moment
explored and expressed
She whispered to him,
“I could stay forever in your arms
keep the world away and
your love in.”
They frolicked and danced
all their early days of summer
soaking their love in
In the Autumn of their lives,
Helianthus felt the distance of her lover
she saw him less and less as he sought
the promise of western skies
and new loves.
Then, only one was left in love.
When Aubade left,
her face continued ever seeking
until she could reach his light no more
her knees crumbled
and she fell face down to the ground
h e a r t b r o k e n.
—
Her tombstone read
“She had given all.”
And the earth wept
for her goodness was gone.
A love story of my fabulous sunflowers withering away because their sun has left them.
Hard to capture this because of the angle of the sun, but it reminded me of Salvador Dali…melted face of a sunflower.
Beautiful strangers I didn’t plant but arrived.
These were shook off some, but the stalks and roots are enormous! One stalk was about two inches in diameter!
I will miss these treasures. The last storm, left me only a handful…feels like a summer goodbye…barefoot & my face to the life source.
Today’s contribution to Tuesdays of Texture (de monte y mar).
Sunflowers bloom like crazy! Little did I know that when I planted sunflowers that I would get GIANT flowers whose enormity takes up my entire garden. I was hoping for a few sunflowers…but I got them in dozens. They grew over the top of my solarium. They shadowed all my vegetables and even killed some plants begging for the sunlight they so graciously took.
But I’m not mad at them…they are GLORIOUS! Their bulbous faces to the sun. Their majestic power and strength. Their ability to bring joy on the most cloudy day. I love sunflowers for they represent my favorite word in the world: JOY. Whose face can’t be brightened by the presence of a sunflower?
Now on to the metaphors. My sunflowers have been through some really tough times. There have been three hefty storms pushing at them and trying to knock them down. Currently, some of their faces are to the ground because the last storm hit them so hard, and I need someone to assist in getting them back up. Even in this adversity, they continue to “shine on.”
I’ve been taking pictures of their various states throughout the summer. As I pondered on these, I realized they represent metaphors of life.
The storms knocked this one down and the roots are hanging on by a thread, but this one pursued, draping across the porch and shooting up! (Not an easy feat, but we can all learn something from this)
The middle one is frazzled and lost all his hair, but is still surrounded by his friends holding him up.
The”different” one in the bunch…not like the others, but”blooming” where its planted.
Face to the ground…knocked down…but still growing…these lovelies will soon get assistance.
Shine on.
Be beautiful.
Be MASSIVE!!!
Namaste my friends…and be as bold as a sunflower…under any conditions…no matter what, just bloom.
Marie
Spiky bulbous heads
show off their summer beauty
Soak the sun all in.
These flowers are the perfect examples of how we change with time and perspective. I used to think these flowers were the ugliest in my garden. Maybe it was because they weren’t the intense color of purple that I love…maybe because they look a little weedy on the bottom. But when I focus my camera lens differently and I look at the flower from different angles, and I really begin to notice…THERE….I find beauty. If you blow the picture up on your screen, you can see the cool TEXTURE of the middle. How many flowers have spiky middles and flourish on the outside? And they grow tall and elegant and stand far above the rest of the crowd.
If I apply this to life, what else would I see if I changed my camera lens and focused on something different?
Glorious, radiant beauty…and gold in every soul.
Happy Sunday my friends,
Fun Friday find in the Sawtooths. Love the dewy frosting.
Poetry is the beauty of flowers
The music of laugher
The movement of an athlete
or a thistle in the wind
The creative spirit
of the artist
Poetry is in you
it is in me.
Today, I get to go out on the river and just be. My intention is to be present and enjoy my beautiful family. I will soak them in like the sun and breathe their laughter.. ~Marie
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