I cannot clip or tend my rose bush without hurting myself.
The red roses and their buds are protected by sharp barbs which are difficult to avoid. Though the prick causes temporary pain and a drop or two of blood, it never stops me from trimming the handsome red flowers.
The velvety red hue of my roses reminds me of the flush linked to human romance and passionate pursuits. However, the scarlet color is also associated with bleeding and human suffering. It is interesting, perhaps ironic, that a rose bush of great beauty offers us a message that the space between love and pain is slight. It is so easy in attempting to enhance or hold beauty that pain awaits the slightest handling mistake. More interesting, that the allure to care and develop our roses is done with the full realization that pain may accompany the pampering. We must acknowledge that while we will always return to trim the roses the hurt is always nearby.
Whether our passionate pursuits in life involve love, money, children, a political order, family, art, healing, friends or tranquility we must be mindful that disappointment and hurt are neighbors. One cannot abandon caring for their rose bushes, but one must be ever mindful that passion and pain are partners amid the green leaves of our lives.
The red roses and their buds are protected by sharp barbs which are difficult to avoid. Though the prick causes temporary pain and a drop or two of blood, it never stops me from trimming the handsome red flowers.
The velvety red hue of my roses reminds me of the flush linked to human romance and passionate pursuits. However, the scarlet color is also associated with bleeding and human suffering. It is interesting, perhaps ironic, that a rose bush of great beauty offers us a message that the space between love and pain is slight. It is so easy in attempting to enhance or hold beauty that pain awaits the slightest handling mistake. More interesting, that the allure to care and develop our roses is done with the full realization that pain may accompany the pampering. We must acknowledge that while we will always return to trim the roses the hurt is always nearby.
Whether our passionate pursuits in life involve love, money, children, a political order, family, art, healing, friends or tranquility we must be mindful that disappointment and hurt are neighbors. One cannot abandon caring for their rose bushes, but one must be ever mindful that passion and pain are partners amid the green leaves of our lives.
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