Sometimes that is really all it takes. I was at Whole Foods last Sunday, which I still refer to as Bread and Circus,it’s “old” name. This is one of my very favorite places to be anywhere, anytime. It is on my top 5 list of places I can go to instantly feel better (this is a good kind of list to have, by the way). I love that everything is ABUNDANT, and BEAUTIFUL and makes me feel like anything is possible. Every single piece of produce is gorgeous and arranged to be magnetic- where else can you get seriously excited to buy greens? There is something so remarkable about this store, that it’s even hard to be distressed by prices. It feels really good to buy things there (hope I am not revealing something uniquely bizarre about myself here….). Anyways, I was there to do some serious food shopping last Sunday. I think it is pretty standard that at any of the Whole Foods entrances, you are met by buckets and vases of very fresh and magnificent flowers. For me, color is heavenly at any time, but in the dormancy of a gray winter day, color has particular impact.
There they were… beautifully wrapped bunches of roses, still fairly tight in the bud, in my favorite combinations. It took me a few minutes, but of course I had to get the bunch with various shades of pink and my very FAVORITE color, the pale greenish/white roses, that get more white as they open. And for only $9.99. These were not some ugly, half dead bunch of roses. They were just beautiful. Sold!
But the best part has been unfolding, for the last several days. When I got home with my many brown paper double handled bags to unpack, the first thing I did was get out the scissors and cut my roses down to size. I don’t like them long and tall- but rather, short and full with the stems all criss crossing at the bottom and the tops leaning gently out of the top of my simple and rounded medium vase. I quickly moved them into what we call my “pink room”- which is by far the prettiest room in our 1800’s house-somehow without me consciously planning to, this room has become a Sacred Space. It is gorgeous- I promise to put a photo or two up to show you soon. I am sitting in my grandmother’s old wing chair, reupholstered in pale pink and white stripes typing right now- next to a very beat up old pine table that serves as my .. table, and sort of desk . It sits between me and the other pink and white striped chair that some clients sit in. In front of one of the original windows to the house. The top of this beat up table was painted leaf green by somebody, and has pink painted legs- I got it for $100 bucks at the Todd’s Farm Fleamarket a couple of years ago. Anyways, the flowers are on that table. I felt so happy every time I sat in this room , with or without a client in the other chair, and saw them. Every day they look very different. They make me feel special, they make me feel that my clients love being in this room because it’s pretty , they connect me with Nature which always makes me happier, and they make me feel like a woman who can afford to buy herself roses for no reason. Truly- it’s ALL good. So much joy and wellbeing for about 10 bucks.
I remembered another time in my adult life when I regularly bought flowers for my office (also at home at the time). It’s such a treat, and I like that it is a treat that I can share with whomever comes into this room. My wonderful clients during the day. Andy in the evenings sometimes. One of my sons after school if I am not with anyone. It is truly my sanctuary. I feel very blessed to have a whole room, but even if I didn’t, those flowers would transform even the most modest corner into something more beautiful- how can you NOT afford that?
So I will be buying myself flowers again.Sometimes roses (but never red ones- hate them, too formal for me),hyacinths are a favorite, i love tulips especially parrot tulips with those multi colored frayed edges. I can’t wait to see what they will have in the buckets next time. Go buy some for yourself- really, go out and buy some. Make sure you put that little packet of stuff in the water, it works, as does a little sugar and bleach if where you get flowers doesn’t give you the little packet thing. Feeling rich is not really about the money, it’s about feeling connected to worthiness, being deserving, lovable, in the flow of abundance and Nature and all the good that abounds. Get some flowers, and let me know how you felt.