The fullness of now

The old rose I wrote about a few weeks ago is gracefully sharing the last of its beauty.

Its colour is exquisite, and the way it holds the last drops of rain is almost tender.

Oh, that we would embrace the fullness of now, not clinging to some other time.


We idolise youth,
yet reject it for its folly.
We romanticise old age,
yet recoil from its limitations.
What if we chose
present contentment,
while embracing its fullness,
offering our part
to enrich the whole?

+ Sue Heatherington

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿

~ Creative reverie with the old rose