Waterlilies... beautiful in their whiteness against the dark waters of northern ontario. A place that saved me, built a sense of self for a hurt child. Waterlilies, a flower which grows up from mucky murky waters. Often in hidden nooks, off the beaten track. Forging off on their own. Taking years to push up and bud, forming a perfect bloom. The bloom set against the often pockmarked and beaten lily leaves around it. How I yearn to be the beauty of the lily, but feel like the battered lily pad. And how like a waterlily I am in some ways.... struggling through murkiness and decomposing organic matter. Things fallen below the surface. The surface that seems fine. Reaching up, up, up to the sun, the surface after years of steady effort. Bursting forth. Blooming.
And where did my waterlily get placed on my body. Directly on my sternum, in the region of the heart chakra. Ironic. So I researched further. The colours of the heart chakra are green and deep red. Two colours I am always drawn to. Funny. It is driven by the sense of touch, the smell aligned with it is that of the rose. How I adore the smell of roses. How I have spent hours pruning, deadheading and delighting in the scent of my rosebushes. Once again. Coincidence. The best therapy for those driven by this chakra? To love, donate, give, share. What am I passionate about? people. Non-profit work. Volunteering. When your heart chakra is overpowering or not in balance, you avoid intimacy. Push away otherwise lovable or loving people. Become jealous. It is accessed through a Leo meridian point on the body (I am a leo). It is said to be where our true spirit, our true self resides. Mine, hidden under my lily.
Coincidences. I get my lily in a place of physical importance for me, and it truly does turn out to be significant. That I should get it when I ams searching for my true self. When the chakra lying under that lily is said to connect to that very thing for which I search. Love. What I want so very desperately, yet manage to push aside or deny myself. Struggle to relate purely with. And want to be encompassed and wrapped up in, also underneath that lily.
Ah, the paths we take. The choices we make. The results we see.
