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Have you ever really looked into
a flower – to see a flower’s awesome power,
majesty, and aliveness?
I am greeted today with a triumphant horn of purple and
magenta boldly inviting the universe of light to come in
to the sanctum of soft white grandeur. I feel inspired,
at peace, delighted and awed by my morning visitor. I feel
blessed to be permitted to view such a sacred beauty and
what so few humans ever take the time to see. My charming
host is a morning glory; aptly named in my opinion.
You may be wondering by now, why am I writing to you about
a flower. Well, it has to do with BEing,
a cornerstone to living intentionally. It also has to do
which I credit my colleague Bernie
Saunders for introducing me to last month. You see,
Bernie has been author, a teacher, a coach & business
consultant to the Fortune 100 for nearly 30 years, but most
of all he is an artist. He fervently believes that everyone
is an artist and you won’t convince him otherwise.
Bernie was at a professional and spiritual crossroads a
couple of years back and chose to follow his youth time
passion of photography to see where it would take him. It
took him to the neighborhood gardens, where he was invited
to spend the summer to take photographs. All of his shots
were taken in natural lighting with no extreme measure to
capture the image. What he captured were moments of grace
that the flowers shared with him. “This is what the
bee sees,” his wife remarked upon viewing them. His
work has become the instrument for reflective questioning
process called the Soul
of Flowers, a program that I took part in July.
In my new location I am inspired daily to engage and go
for walks around the neighborhood, Lake Harriet, and the
Minnehaha Parkway. One morning, shortly after I had seen
Bernie’s show, I grabbed my camera and set out to
follow his lead. I started taking snaps of this and that
only to review them and toss them out – they were
just pictures of flowers. Midway through my walk though
I found this white flowered bush by the rose garden. The
bush was being actively visited by bumblebees. “How
apropos,” I thought as I started to take shots. However,
every shot that I took ended up fuzzy and less than what
I had expected.
AH! There was the key – I was expecting. God doesn’t
work that way. I then remembered what Bernie had said to
me – he had felt privileged by the invitation of the
flowers to photograph it. He did not shoot unless invited
to do so.
What an amazing approach! I realized that I was trying
to take or to steal their majesty. If I wanted to celebrate
their glory, I would have to shift who I was BEing
- move away from taking to sharing / being / giving / honoring.
I relaxed, quelled my fear of the bee by shifting it to
appreciation and curiosity, zoomed in close and put the
camera an inch away from the flower and bee. When the bee
was ready and flower was ready the image would appear.
Click . . . Click . . .
Upon review of the shots I could
plot my attachment to the outcome – those all ended
up fuzzy or of nothing. However, those shots taken when
I honored, appreciated, and remained curious – Viola.
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How does this apply to your environment? What
does it say about how we interact with the people in our
life? What would it be like if we surrendered to
the beauty instead of trying to possess it? Go
out for a walk to see what the
can you bring that into your environment - or how
can your environment bring that to you?
If you want some coaching around this
give me a call.
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