The weeping buddah showered in peony petals…
It’s amazing when life gives you a metaphor externally for what is happening withing you internally. The macrocosm reflecting the microcosm. My depression has been lifting with the spring. The blossoming of my garden mirroring joy blossoming in my spirit. The red peony blossom Wolfe brought me from inside I placed in a vase close by my favorite spot on the couch so I could enjoy it often. Yesterday I decided to cut more peony blossoms to put in another vase on the dining table. I went to take the single bloom to add to the larger vase, and discovered that the petals had fallen from the first peony…
I laughed with delight, because the petals had fallen to shower a carved wooden figure of the weeping buddah sitting beneath it. It was so beautiful. I finished the other boquet without it, and left the fallen petals and naked stalk where it left, I’m enjoying it still today. I took photos though, to capture the moment. The weeping buddah surrounded by a pool of red peony petals…
The dining vase…
Regardless of any pain and sorrow in the world.. there will still be the peonies in the garden. You can stay coiled tight lost in your sorrows but if you just lift your head and look a little, you’ll see that beauty is showering down around you in abundance.