I bought two roses today. One is the most fragile colour of cream with a pinkish tint. The colour one would imagine a delicate Victorian lady's cheek to be. The colour of a soft evening cloud touched gently with a hint of reflected sunset. The colour left in the bowl after raspberries and ice cream.
The other is a tender peach, just warming to pink in the summer sun. The colour of a baby's blush. They are both soft and delicate. Fragile colours, to match my fragile emotions - just beginning to blossom. The colour of newborn feelings in bud.
Treat them gently, I say. Don't forget. Treat them with respect and tender loving care. Nurture them. Coddle them. Feed them what they need to grow and blossom fully into the beautiful rose they are destined to become.
Emotions are the rosebuds. They are the hint of a forthcoming blossoming, if you allow them to be appreciated and nurtured.
Anger is the bud of hidden pain of injustice. Acknowledge that and figure out what can be done, in this moment - in future moments, to change the situation and the response and allow the emotion to blossom forth into a brilliant red rose of beauty and satisfaction.
Sorrow is the bud of the heart's disappointment. Things are not going as planned.
Jealousy can be the bud of future plans. It's telling you there is something you want that you are not working toward getting for yourself. Discern what you are jealous of and how you might be able to bring that "thing" in to your own life.
Emotions are messages from the soul. If we listen, rather than try to brush them off and carry on, we find that it helps us hone in on the life that we desire to live.
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