The Rose Bush and the Trellis

Recently I was enjoying myself at the Denver Botanic Gardens. The bench I was sitting on was in the rose garden area and across from me was a beautiful, tall wooden trellis. Below the trellis was a large rose-bush bursting with white and pink roses in full bloom. Every now and then, their fragrance was carried on the wind to caress my face and delight my nose. The trellis and the rose-bush were anchored separately, only to morph together, the rose-bush growing elegantly up the symmetrical beams of the trellis that rose handsomely with purposeful design. It was a gift to sit there and take in such beauty with a variety of my senses.

This gift from nature led to another gift…a little lesson that came to me in the form of an analogy. I thought to myself that in life, some people are like a trellis. They are built to be strong and tall in their outwardly appearance and structure, with steady attributes in the eyes of many. What they are made of is solid and anchored into the ground for a secure position grounded with purpose. And what is that purpose? To uphold and to encourage growth. Are you following me so far?

Some people in the world are like a rose-bush…in the eyes of the world, they grow with sporadic design and beauty, providing talents and gifts of the arts. Their roots seem to go deep in a more natural manner, while the budding of their roses is unpredictable and intense. For many, they are a delight to the senses in a variety of ways.

Both the trellis and the rose bush can do without each other, yes. It is for this reason that they are each enhanced, complimented and beautified immensely when they come together. Think of when you last saw an anchored strong, towering trellis with the liveliness of green-leafed tendrils dotted with bursts of silky, fragrant roses, embracing each other…

Intertwined, they give of each other to each other, wonderfully by being who they are. The result is something even more incredible and beautiful than what they are on their own. Each hold infinite value and importance on their own, yes…yet combined, they only grow and expand with the exchange of steadfast, uplifting support and colorful adoration of roses clinging. They accept each other with an intimacy that causes each to be vulnerable to the other.

Now of course, the question is…which are you? A rose-bush or a trellis? Perhaps this will enter your mind the next time you are in the magical company of a rose bush and a trellis.

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Experiencing the Flow of Life

This poem was inspired by a spontaneous enjoyment of a Colorado creek. To read more about that experience, visit the post on my travel blog: Going With the Flow of Life.

A spontaneous adventure

Of jumping in a creek

Taught me more than I expected

Its journey for my heart was sweet

Invigorated by the mountain water

Cold chill, a cleansing wash

A soft breeze carrying warm sunshine

The bright rays touching with warmth

As I laid in this flowing water

Laying back to simply float

Allowing it to carry me

Feeling the current move me along

At first I was struggling

Creating my own mistrust

This led to more bumps and bruises

Than when I surrendered,

Completely laid back to float

When I relaxed and enjoyed my breathing

I felt aware, fully present in experiencing

Immersing myself in the river’s flow

Looking up and enjoying the sky’s beauty

The masterpiece overhead of sky, trees, and sun

Feeling the water embracing me

Carrying me so sweetly and strong,

A most beautiful dance of sensations

Of trust and surrender, being taken care of

Of peacefully flowing along

Oh my God! How much this is like life

Where I struggle with the current

With myself and nature I fight

I end up sputtering on that lovely water

Hitting rocks that don’t have to hurt

And what a beautiful lesson

As all life truly is

That I can flow in this life river

It cares for me, bringing me along

For whatever may come my way,

For all that I do not know

For the “what if’s”, the “how to’s”

I can instead embrace the unknown

So I choose to allow and accept,

And this means in love I can let go

To surrender to the power

Of me and the river of life’s flow