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. They were acknowledging the sadness I felt, missing my husband who has been gone for more than two years. I wrote about the experience on Writing for Healing.
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. And then, lo and behold, the other day I noticed new growth – green leaves – on the stems of these flowers that have been off the plant for who-knows-how-long.
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. 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.”
All kinds of stories come to my mind. Seems I think in stories much of my life. 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. 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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