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| Tropicana rose (my favorite) - photo by Albert Seger |
Women have been compared to and thought of as flowers from
the beginning of mankind. To the casual thinker, this attribution is because
women and flowers are both beautiful.
The metaphor goes far deeper.
There is a film called “The Scent of a Woman.” Whatever that
means to you, consider the power of the phrase. A woman’s scent, and the scent
of a flower are both powerful associations.
The petals of flowers are delicate, soft, excruciatingly
smooth. We feel compelled to hold them in our hands, to possess their beauty for
our own needs. Yet, if we clutch them too tightly, they crumple and crease,
their perfection destroyed. As soon as we pluck them and attempt to possess
them, they start to wilt. We cannot truly possess either a bloom, or a woman.
We are mesmerized by the soul wrenching beauty of a flower,
yet if we attempt to hide it away from others, it will surely die from lack of
sunlight.
A woman, like a bloom, thrives and gives the most joy when permitted
to grow unencumbered on the vine, gently and reverently admired and
appreciated. Move in close enough to bask in her scent, but do not press so hard
that you bruise her petals or block the life-giving sun.
Do these things, and you may enjoy the best of her for an
eternity – or try to pluck her, press
her between the pages of your memory book, and you will surely destroy that
which you love. ~~Ginger Hamilton
[Tomorrow: Pining]
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