If I am honest, I must concede to being obsessively preoccupied with a message I received in my own tarot reading, so much so, that I consulted a world-renowned card reader from England to see if she would confirm my findings and indeed she did. As this topic was one I held particularly close to my heart, I desired proof of objectivity in my interpretation, especially so, as the situation currently stood, this announcement was, well, next to impossible.
Later that same week, I decide to have my lunch on a rock I had yet to sit on to date, overlooking the water. Lost in my thoughts related to my reading, caught between daydreaming the result of my message and doubting the “how” this might come about, I spotted out the corner of my eye white and pink Morning Glories nestled in old brush near the ground, essentially hidden from sight unless one was sat upon this rock. I have learned to pay attention to messages that the universe sends and I couldn’t help but be especially grateful for this one. I would later research the meaning of Morning Glories in flower lore, but I already knew that the colour white, represented purity, and pink, love and affection. Two glorious blooms surrounded by dying or transitioning foliage was in its own way a message, as if to say, like these flowers the lovers in question will flourish as unlikely as it seems at this time.
I learned Morning Glories open in the morning but only last a day. The fact that my timing was such that I just happen to sit next to them in such a short time frame is not lost on me. They were overlapping which confirms to me that we (myself and the gentleman in question) manage to come together at some point. One connotation attributed to the Morning Glory “implies caring about somebody and wishing that the love between you continue to grow, despite any adversity.” This couldn’t be truer. Another meaning is “breaking down the old” which I have worked on for a period of time. Although I cannot speak for him, perhaps he too is breaking away from the old, reflective of the blooms among the dying brush.
I left my sunny rock with a skip in my step and renewed hope in my heart that, alas, another miracle was taking form in my life, and I welcome it, and him, with open arms.
Love & Light,
Michelle Rose
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