A Sacred Pause
I am sitting in a rose garden.
The fragrant blooms bask in the sun,
high in the June sky.
There are so many beauties in this space,
swaying peacefully in the breeze.
Petals open, faces to the sun,
standing tall.
A love letter to souls
who have shed their mortal cloaks.
I have been here before,
many a time.
Standing on the edge,
craning my neck to reach their scent.
Simply loving them
from the safety of my bud-like state.
Even though part of me yearned to step forward,
yearned to bloom,
I remained rooted on the outside,
tightly closed.
Today, something is different.
I am different.
At first, I do not recognise it,
yet my feet take me over the threshold
without pause.
A pull so strong
that I could not stay outside.
So here I am on a bench
in the centre of this circle,
surrounded by a multitude of roses.
All colours of the rainbow,
all types of blooms.
I watch their branches sway in the breeze.
As loose tendrils of my hair lift and join them,
bringing relief from the humid air.
The sun beats down
and the trees whisper
their summertime song,
and I feel a sense of peace.
A few moments of stillness pass.
A sacred pause.
As I rest in the sensation
of being held inside this circle,
something shifts.
My vision becomes crystal clear,
and I see their hearts—
open wide, unafraid to be seen.
And I find that my own heart
is open too.
A sense of belonging flows through me,
a knowing that it is safe to be seen.
Smiling, I turn my face up to the sun
and I allow my heart
to bloom.
Love, Always ❤️
Helen Galbraith | The Blooming Heart
The Blooming Heart 