Nothing in Nature Rushes.

And yet everything is always perfectly on time.

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Rain.
Heavy and soft at the same time.
Falling with no meaning or intention.
Just nature.

I went outside anyway.
The roses were dripping.
Pink buds, tight and perfect.
Each one holding a promise.
Raindrops caught in the petals like tiny mirrors.
The garden glistening, fragrant and utterly still.

Roses.
My mum grew them wherever she lived.
Rhodesia. Cape Town. Lancaster.
Always roses.
I think of her when I see them.
I think: this is love.

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Sun.
Out. Just like that.
Sudden, bright and almost shocking after all that grey.
I stood there breathing slowly.
Longer than I meant to.
There are moments when everything around you becomes symbolic.
Poetic. Emotional.

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Earth.
Mother Earth, doing what she always does.
Quietly. Perfectly.
Flowers in the rain and sun
Blooming. Becoming.
In their own time.
Completely themselves.
Reminds me to take time to smell the roses
And understand that everything arrives when it is ready.
Not before.

Sky.
The golden light of a May afternoon.
A feeling of wholeness.
And I am comforted.
We are all connected.
Roses. Rain. Sun.
My mum’s hands holding mine.
The majestic oak I planted for Larry.
We are all part of something so much greater than we know.
And, that fills my heart with joy.

Love always
Janie x