In our world as it stands, we are taught to believe in limitations and finite supply. That certainly applies to money. We can tend to harbor a lot of fear around money, the fundamental one being that of survival. “If I don’t have enough, how will I support my family?” Our society is set up that way. There are rules to abide by to obtain money and keep it flowing.
Our fears about love are different. A big one is, of course, the fear of getting hurt. But there is no institution, government, or other rule maker saying how much we can love. It is all up to us, and the supply is infinite. Think of it! No external force has figured out how to choke off our supply, or tax us on it.
How much love you have in your life, how much you express it, is all up to you! The wonderful thing about love is,… The more you spend it, the more it expands and comes right back to you. So have the courage and will to love, in all kinds of ways, in every direction. The only one limiting your supply is you.
Simple, straightforward, and true, the lovely daisy reminds me of the girl next door in movies. She’s just there, being herself, being a friend, while the male protagonist is gaga over the breathtaking rose who is “stuck on herself” at school.
Sometimes we are blind to what is right in front of us. The daisy grows wild in the field, with the wind “blowing through her hair”. Yes, she can be grown in a hothouse too. But the essence of this flower is purity, innocence, and freedom. It’s no wonder that during the hippie movement of the 60’s, daisies were common in floral crowns worn by women, and a “flower in the gun” peaceful symbol of protest against war.
Do not underestimate the power of the demure daisy. Her genuine honesty and freedom-loving nature will sneak up on you, and steal your heart away.
We make sense of life through our stories. Life is mysterious, scary, wonderful, big – replete with challenges, stumbling blocks, triumphs, sorrow and joy – and we feel a deep need to put it into words. As Maya Angelou said, “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you”.
When the person hearing our story looks in our eyes and nods, we feel that we are coming home, we are understood, the challenges are surmountable, and it will all be alright. We find delight, solace and strength in our shared humanity, and our stories.
Holi: The beloved Hindu festival of color, long celebrated in India, is slowly but surely going viral around the world in many other cultures. And why would it not? Our hearts are aching for more lightheartedness, celebration, playfulness, and most of all, JOY. We are realizing our essential right to those things, and we are claiming them. (Yay for us!)
A playful ritual of Holi is the throwing of colored powder on friends and family. People just let go and celebrate with color. Each vibrant color has been assigned its own meaning, and more about that here.
At its heart, Holi is a celebration of life, love, springtime (and the anticipated future harvest), and the victory of good over evil.
A wonderful aspect of this festival is the intention to heal connections between people, to mend old hurts and resentments. Holi is a time of joyful renewal in the hearts of everyone who participates. And what could be more holy than that?
You’ll find more about Holi legends and traditions in India here.