Thoughts on Women and Flowers

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]

Will It Go 'Round in Circles?

Sometimes I feel like a [child's toy] top. While I spin, I'm balanced and totally in sync, smooth, competent, efficient, beautiful. When I start wobbling, I get unbalanced, jerky, erratic, lost. I accomplish so much when I'm in "top" form. And so little when I'm off-kilter.~~GH

I Am . . . Seeking Balance

I saved this file on my hard drive as "Sacred Geometry."

I don't remember where I collected it from.

I recently discovered the following quote(s). The first listed is what caught my eye and drew me in. While searching for background info on who spoke the words, I found the second version. 

I offer both, not knowing which is more accurate or true to the speaker, knowing you will find your own truth within his words. ~~GH

Wisdom tells me I am nothing. 

Love tells me I am everything.  

Between the two my life flows.

When I see I am nothing, that is wisdom. 

When I see I am everything, that is love. 

My life is a movement between these two.

~ Nisargadatta Maharaj

Sweet Ginger Green Eyes

There is an ebb and flow, an innate rhythm to this blog. I won't spoil it by dissecting it and attempting to define it. Life's mysteries often need to remain so. Just as once humor is devolved, it ceases to amuse, so are many other aspects of our world.

I will reveal that I always blog on Tuesdays and Saturdays, minimum. I keep those days scheduled up ahead a month or more. Then as I am inspired, I fill in the gaps one day at a time and plug in more blog posts. Ideally, a new one uploads every night at 12:01 a.m. But worst-case scenario, there will be something fresh every Tuesday and Saturday.

Why Tuesday and Saturday? Well, balance for one thing, but not entirely. Of course not! If you've been reading for long, you know there are always multiple reasons why I do anything – or I hope you've figured that out by now.

In Stephen Stills' Suite Judy Blue Eyes, a heartfelt song about his and Judy Collins' impending breakup, he perhaps unkindly refers to her therapy and mentions that “fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart.” 

Fear vs. joy/laughter of course is the bottom line of both my blog and my personal journey. It is true in my life, and I believe it holds true for many others. But what does that have to do with Tuesdays and Saturdays?

Suite Judy Blue Eyes is, well, a suite. That basically means a piece of music containing four sections. The second section is a forlorn accounting of their relationship in which he admits that they can't seem to get along living together on a daily basis. The weekend works out fine, but by Tuesday, they're tired of one another. He eventually decides to move out and asks her to come see him Thursdays and Saturdays.

As an artist/creative personality, I love deeply and passionately and fully but ethereally as well. I require space, time, and distance in order to function, refresh, and create. I chose Tuesday and Saturday as a tribute to the yin and yang, the up and down, the positive and negative forces, the balance – the “please be gone, I'm tired of you” Tuesday and the “I am yours, you are mine” Saturday.

I freely offer up these bits of my soul. I trust they are enough. So come see me Tuesdays and Saturdays. What have you got to lose? ~~Ginger