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Three plus weeks ago, these six roses were part of a dozen that were an integral part of a large mixture of flowers my son, daughter-in-law and grandchildren gave me on Valentine’s Day. Â They were acknowledging the sadness I felt, missing my husband who has been gone for more than two years. Â I wrote about the experience on Writing for Healing.Â
Then two days later published the first of the rose photos and wrote about the experience here on Photography and Transformation. A week after that, impressed with the longevity and beauty of six of the roses, eight days after my original writing, I once again photographed and posted a photo of Beauty in an Aged Rose.
I thought that both the roses and I were finished with the photo journaling. Â And then, lo and behold, the other day I noticed new growth – green leaves – Â on the stems of these flowers that have been off the plant for who-knows-how-long. Â
In a virtual writing retreat, or “camp”, as Julie Jordan Scott refers to it, Julie has been speaking of relating our experiences to those of coming out of Winter into Spring. Â These now dead roses with the new growth seem to be such a metaphor for that I felt the necessity of once again photographing and sharing this “miracle.” Â
All kinds of stories come to my mind. Seems I think in stories much of my life. Â A friend says that these roses are Sam talking to me. And, putting all of that aside, I am attempting to cut down on my words. Â So I leave you today with mainly the photos and the opportunity for you to share your own stories, if you so wish, in the COMMENTS section just below.
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