Rose Garden

I was chatting life poetic with my friend Phil Hepburn a couple of days ago. Phil is many things including an observant student of honesty and can deliver unique and valuable insights around it.  Often times these insights are augmented liberally between us by the oily oral effects several bottles of lovely Bordeaux can provide.  But not this time, I was sipping coffee so I actually remember all of what he said.

He said 'Sometimes we hold one Rose so tight we don't look up and notice we're sitting in the middle of a Rose Garden'.  Damn, I laughed so hard when he said that.  Not just because it's true, but because it is abundantly true!  It is so true, in fact, that you have to be a village idiot not to recognize it.  And yet, we all still forget this obvious opportunity condition in life?

I've been brought back to Phils' words several times imagining the pathetic scene of some poor slob hovering over a single rose, watching in agony as each one of its pedals die off at an excruciatingly slow pace and with each of them a little piece of himself dies off as well.  All our 'Character' has to do is drop it and look up.  There's an entire Garden of Roses waiting there.     Peace & roll strong