I am blessed with having a best friend in Lu. For my birthday a couple months ago, she bought us tickets to a flower lounge experience. Lu is my most spiritually in-tune friend, she loves astrology and tarot and essential oils. There are at least two bonuses to that for me. One, I’m always learning something new – or I’ll be having a big week and she will drop news about the moon or lunar cycles that just makes sense to me. The second bonus is she always smells good :).
So recently we did the flower lounge experience. And I went in with an open mind, to learning about how flowers and their essence can help us to heal. It wasn’t salesy at all, and I knew that going in, instead it was about meditation, and sharing, and being open, and having a group ritual, and connecting with yourself.
We had flower chocolate, and sat with our emotions, and sent well wishes out to the city, and connected with ourselves.
I was feeling really depleted before the event. I was feeling drained, from dealing with such a huge emotional flashback in the form of massive attachment pain, to the aftermath of that, work has been busy, and the things with my mom and husband.
And this helped me.
And in the middle of one of the meditations I heard a part of me being like “you know some of what you are doing isn’t good for us, why do you keep doing it? Why are you punishing yourself?”
Its a good question. The overall message I’ve been sending myself lately has been ‘listen’.
What was really awesome is what happened in small groups. We we’re paired with people we didn’t know, and me and these four other women did a flower ritual – pouring Perrier, adding essence, adding edible flowers, spritzing them, making a wish and cheering to each other and then having a sip. The essence in this one was about encouraging self compassion.
And we shared about a kindness that struck us lately and I shared how Lu bringing me to this (Lu in general) and Dave embracing being my brother have been really kind things – with no expectations in return. And then I found out all five of the women were estranged from a brother. Or had been. One of them has reconnected. And I could really, clearly, see the path in front of me for the first time. And it was life. shifting.
For a long time I’ve been trying to send compassion and love to him, at night. It’s how I ‘pray’, my version of praying – I think of everyone in my life and send the intention of love or calm or whatever I think they need. And I’ve been stuck on my brother for so long. But yesterday, hearing these women and their stories of estrangement and holding space – last night I was able to let that go.
The one quote from the whole evening that really stuck with me was this.
“The bad news is, we are all falling, and there is nothing to hold on to. The good news is that there is no ground.”