Fading Flowers And Love

 

Flowers From Beginning To End

 
When you love life totally, how can you avoid death?

You have to love death also.

When you love a flower deeply, you love its withering away also.

When you love a woman deeply, you love her getting old also, you one day love her death also. That is part of her life, part of woman.

Old age has not happened from the outside, it has come from the inside. The beautiful face has become wrinkled now – you love those wrinkles also, they are part of your woman.

You love a man and his hair has grown white – you love those hairs also. They have not happened from the outside; they are not accidents.

Life is unfolding and now the black hair has disappeared and the gray hair has come. You don’t reject the gray hairs, you love them, they are a part of the man.

Then your man becomes old, becomes weak – you love that too.

Then one day the man or the woman is gone – you love that too.
— Osho
 

What better teacher than Nature to capture the essence of birth and death and how love hums at the heart of it all?

Observing nature in my backyard, I decided to photograph the blossoming flowers. I positioned myself to capture their humble beginnings of greenery. Eager buds stretched forth as they pushed their way into the world. Twirling out of a spiral, they opened their petals to become the flower they were meant to be. 

Everyone loves flower buds and blossoms.

As I documented their journey through the lens of my iPhone camera, I began to wonder, why the entire process isn't considered beautiful.

I came upon this quote by Osho and it captured what I was feeling. He gets to the core of the issue. We can love the entire process from beginning to end. We don't have to be limited only to the parts that little humans have deemed to be pretty.

 Even fading petals have a song to sing, don't they?

You're invited to see the unfolding of the flowers in these photos:


Here, a flower opens its petals from within a spiral.


 

Now the flower opens wide in a blaze of color and a fire burns at its center.


 

The petals are shifting past their prime and begin to curl at the edges.


 

The flower fades further, petals crumple more.


 

The full glory of the flower is gone. One tenacious petal remains attached.


 

All the petals are gone. Only the glowing ember of a flower remains.


Love From Beginning To End

As I watched the flowers bloom, age and wither, I could see beauty in all the steps of the process.

Love was at the heart of the journey. A love without judgment of whether they were at the beginning or the end or even how frazzled they looked when it was all over.

Students of The Radiance Technique® (TRT®) are able to use TRT® hands-on while they are in nature, to help them get more in touch with natural cycles and the love that connects us all.

In our meditations, we can also become aware of the conditioning and judgments we place on ourselves of what we can or cannot love. We love the birth, but not the death, yet all of it is our ultimate journey. I don't think it's about being in love with death itself, but rather, loving us through the process that awaits all of us.

Can you see yourself as a blossoming flower?