Being Authentic in the Garden
Upon moving to our current property in the year 2007, the flowers on one of our Azalea plants used to be all fuchsia colored and extravagantly ruffled. Yes, they were truly beautiful to behold. Nevertheless, during the past two or three years, there appears a second set of blooms that are becoming more and more prolific with each season, throughout this particular plant. These ones are hot pink colored blooms and the ruffles are less plentiful. Of course, these new flower heads possess inherent, unsurpassed, natural beauty — with or without prolific ruffles. After all, aren’t they being authentic?
As with the evolving Azalea blossoms, so with my beautiful cousin. Her true self is shining forth, as she sheds old beliefs placed upon her by antiquated patriarchal traditions which no longer serve her highest well-being. She too is learning about being authentic. What remains is a beautiful person, without a facade of superficiality. An authentic human soul remains, shining brightly, leaving a lasting impression on me!
Leaving the Family Religion
It turned out that we both left the family religion. I am so grateful for having the opportunity to know her now, after all these years of our respective mask-wearing. When we were children, we couldn’t really be friends. We tried, but the masks got in the way. We tried to live in a way that pleased our parents, instead of being true to our respective Selves. I wonder if nature is teaching humanity that all things hidden or distorted — via propaganda or beliefs — shall be revealed. Indeed, it seems the current energies on our beloved planet will allow nothing less than authenticity any longer. Good or bad, all masks are off!
I’ll bet I’m not the only person experiencing strange phenomena in the garden. Does anyone else experience happy gardening anecdotes to share about being authentic?
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