Beauty…

The petals have fallen from my roses, signalling the end of the flower, and yet if you look hard enough, you will see how they are still so beautiful. To the touch, soft and silky, to the eye delicate and fragile, and they still hold the slightest hint of a wonderful fragrance.

It is when the leaves fall from the tree that they go back into the soil beneath, literally feeding the life source from which they fell.

We have but one life. And that life will come to an end. And if we are lucky enough to live many years, as we age, we too have a job to do. Passing on to those around us the knowledge, wisdom and love we have that will inspire, feed and encourage them to thrive. Year after year.

Look for the beauty in everything… and every one. Because it’s there. Even if the petals have fallen from the flower…