A Flor Abundance

Let me share with you a true story. A story of love, hope, tragedy, inspiration, grief and joy. A series of seemingly everyday, ordinary events allowed my path to cross with an extraordinary, remarkable family. It helped to consolidate my own life purpose, allowing me to let go and grow.

One warm sunny afternoon in July 2010 this happy loving couple went into the garden to deadhead the roses. Plucking back the spent blooms, making way for next years bounty. An ordinary sting from a wasp proved fatal for this beloved husband and dad. Within three hours of the incident his spirit had been plucked from his now lifeless physical body as his family tried to accept the blow that life had dealt them.

Fast forward sixteen months and the fruit of the bereaved family’s love and devotion lives on in a literary memory. Two hundred and sixty six pages involving fifty seven contributors and the countless other members of family and friends who lent a shoulder, a heart and a hand behind the scenes.

The front cover bears a peace rose with a silent petal falling from its maternal cluster. The analogy of the intoxication scents, medicinal qualities, velvet to the touch contrasted with thorny caution is indeed the bitter sweet story of life. The elegant, ancient rose has many deep rooted traditions in popular culture. A dozen red meaning I love you, whites, pinks, event the ink fed blacks occupy a certain symbol or chapter of our lives.

And what of the names and the hundred plus species? People, places and shapes lending their names, being honoured by these hardy beauties. Civil wars from across the water being referred to as ‘The War of The Roses’.

In light of my own introduction into this abundant garden I wish to propose a new title: The Butler Legacy Rose in honour of the love, hope inspiration and joy that I have learned from Imelda and family.

We are reminded that although ‘every rose has it’s thorn’, the sweetness and joy that we savour from their presence is the calculated risk that we call life. Enriched and enlightened by their beauty, we reach the end of our own season as we subsequently make room for the next generation. Knowing that the fallen petals of our lives have created a bed of learning, loving and nurturing that is our own abundant legacy.

Be not afraid, I go before you.
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Inspired by John, Imelda, Michelle & Maria

Happy New Year

1st November Pagan New Year

Spells and rituals, gathering and collecting, light to dark.

The first day of November signals doom and gloom to some and energy and light to others. It depends on your perspective. Down under it signals the summer approaching while up over it means dark cold days and long long nights.

Physiologically we cannot help being affected by our climate. It’s a given. What we can control though is our psychological responses by overriding our systems programme. The pagan festival of New Year gives us some food for thought, quite literally. While focusing on the harvest, the quality of our winter is about the quality of our thoughts and actions in the six months or so leading up to it. Preparing fertile soil, planting and watering, weeding and pruning. And then the harvest. Celebrating the fruits of our labour, moving from the light into the dark. Cutting our crop back to the core, trimming our ego to reflect and refocus.

We follow a calendar of a time to sow, a time to reap, a time to rest and recover. Just like a seasoned athlete we take time out. Take stock to revise our programme for living and come back in the spring stronger, faster and more resilient. This ability to bounce back and up regulate being likened to ‘a wounded oyster, he mends his shell with pearl’ physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually.


Awaken The Energy Within
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