rose blossoms

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One of the challenges my family has been facing lately is a beautiful young woman that my son has fallen in love with. She has a sad history of being abandoned by her mother- at the tender age of 2.

the mom is a drug addict and alcoholic, and her daughter has inherited the alcoholism.

I was asking my therapist why it is so hard for these kids, and why they so reject love, even when it is sent and shared in complete honesty and truth.

She explained that these kids weren't "important" and so they develop a way to disconnect- even from true loving relationships.

As I set in meditation on this issue, I had a picture of a minature rose.

My blossom is tiny, and my pot is too small. I've not been nurtured, and feed, and cared for. There are aphids that seem to want to break me-- and I have some tiny holes in my tiny, tiny blossom.

Yet, I refuse to be defeated, and I choose not to wither away and die.

Surely I will get a drink of water, and some food-- and maybe even a bigger pot. A taste of Miracle Grow wouldn't be a bad idea either.

My blossom is trying to so hard to hang on-- and each time you think of me, and care even a tiny bit for me, I gather a touch of strength, and I grow.

I am now no longer a tiny minature, but am beginning to be stronger-- and my blossom is gaining in size. There is a scar where the aphids were, but it is only on the surface. My petals are developing each day---- and I think I may have some pink beginning to show itself.

I know that if I keep fighting to survive, I can grow into the rose that my mother should have been. when I think of her, the beauty that I know had to be hidden deep in her ailling soul, covered by poisons and aphids, could be healed.

Someday when I grow up- I want to be the big rose that is climbing on the trellis, full of blossom after blossom. Each day, as I am loved, and I learn to love myself, I will open up farther, and even with my scars- I will be beautiful.

My heart is like the rose-- all of our hearts are like the rose. We can all open up to grandness, we all deserve to be nurtured and loved.

It will be by opening our hearts, that we will be able to see and experience the love that others want so desperately to give us. When we see pain, or illness, or injury- it is only the surface. It is only the outside stuff.

Go into your hearts and see the beauty that we all have inside of us. Touch that part of you that was once wounded, and bless the hurt. You can make a conscious decision to not carry the wound into your life-- and you can be healed.

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Bloom where you are planted. Illness is not ugly, or evil. It is an opportunity to open our hearts. It is an opportunity to to see so far beyond what so many will never touch.

Blessings to us all,

Tracie

NS Co-owner/moderator

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Tracie, Have you ever watched any documentaries on feral children? If you get these 'wild' children early enough you can teach them compassion and 'engagement' with other humans. Though this young woman friend of your son was not abandoned out in the forest...she was probably neglected enough as a child to need alot of work in 'connecting' with other people. This is work for a professional to be sure. It took me many years to overcome the neglect of my youth. I am still suffering from feeling that lack of connection from both my parents and only when I had kids did I know what love really was. I was a very wild young adult....partying and drinking and all that goes with that. It may just be my personal makeup that I am somewhat guarded and suspicious and not too talky til I think I can trust someone....but I am sure that my early years have had much to do with it. Addictive

behaviour needs loads of counseling....very hard to overcome. I seemed to just trade one addiction for another over the years. I have made numerous conscious decisions over the years...to not carry on whatever behavior is rearing its ugly head at the moment. I believe in one way or another i will fight this till I die but it 'seems' to be getting better as time and experiences go by. Guess it's called growing up...lol. I'll keep you all in my prayers and good thoughts, etc. hugs S.tiodaat@... wrote: One of the challenges my family has been facing lately is a beautiful young woman that my son has fallen in love with. She has a sad history of being abandoned by her mother- at the tender age of 2. the mom is a drug addict and alcoholic, and her daughter has inherited the alcoholism. I was asking my therapist why it is so hard for these kids, and why they so reject love, even when it is sent and shared in complete honesty and truth.She explained that these kids weren't "important" and so they develop a way to disconnect- even from true loving relationships.As I set in meditation on this issue, I had a picture of a minature rose.My blossom is tiny, and my pot is too small. I've not been nurtured, and feed, and cared for. There are aphids that

seem to want to break me-- and I have some tiny holes in my tiny, tiny blossom. Yet, I refuse to be defeated, and I choose not to wither away and die. Surely I will get a drink of water, and some food-- and maybe even a bigger pot. A taste of Miracle Grow wouldn't be a bad idea either. My blossom is trying to so hard to hang on-- and each time you think of me, and care even a tiny bit for me, I gather a touch of strength, and I grow. I am now no longer a tiny minature, but am beginning to be stronger-- and my blossom is gaining in size. There is a scar where the aphids were, but it is only on the surface. My petals are developing each day---- and I think I may have some pink beginning to show itself. I know that if I keep fighting to survive, I can grow into the rose that my mother should have been. when I think of her, the beauty that I know had to be hidden deep in her ailling soul, covered by

poisons and aphids, could be healed. Someday when I grow up- I want to be the big rose that is climbing on the trellis, full of blossom after blossom. Each day, as I am loved, and I learn to love myself, I will open up farther, and even with my scars- I will be beautiful. My heart is like the rose-- all of our hearts are like the rose. We can all open up to grandness, we all deserve to be nurtured and loved. It will be by opening our hearts, that we will be able to see and experience the love that others want so desperately to give us. When we see pain, or illness, or injury- it is only the surface. It is only the outside stuff.Go into your hearts and see the beauty that we all have inside of us. Touch that part of you that was once wounded, and bless the hurt. You can make a conscious decision to not carry the wound into your life-- and you can be healed. ------------------Bloom

where you are planted. Illness is not ugly, or evil. It is an opportunity to open our hearts. It is an opportunity to to see so far beyond what so many will never touch. Blessings to us all,TracieNS Co-owner/moderator

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Tracie,My heart (sarcoid nodules and all) goes out to you and your family. Your meditation on this as written below is beautiful and so well said. You are a good person to accept this young woman with all her many problems into your life (being in your son's life makes her a part of yours). There are many people who would not want the bother and would either refuse to accept her or try to push her away. 's response was really insightful too. Tracie, you are so right and I feel lucky to know someone like you. Many Blessings,Beckytiodaat@... wrote: One of the challenges my family has been facing lately is a beautiful young woman that my son has fallen in love with. She has a sad history of being abandoned by her mother- at the tender age of 2. the mom is a drug addict and alcoholic, and her daughter has inherited the alcoholism. I was asking my therapist why it is so hard for these kids, and why they so reject love, even when it is sent and shared in complete honesty and truth. She explained that these kids weren't "important" and so they develop a way to disconnect- even from true loving relationships. As I set in meditation on this issue, I had a picture of a minature rose. My blossom is tiny, and my pot is too small. I've not been nurtured, and feed, and cared for. There are aphids that seem to want

to break me-- and I have some tiny holes in my tiny, tiny blossom. Yet, I refuse to be defeated, and I choose not to wither away and die. Surely I will get a drink of water, and some food-- and maybe even a bigger pot. A taste of Miracle Grow wouldn't be a bad idea either. My blossom is trying to so hard to hang on-- and each time you think of me, and care even a tiny bit for me, I gather a touch of strength, and I grow. I am now no longer a tiny minature, but am beginning to be stronger-- and my blossom is gaining in size. There is a scar where the aphids were, but it is only on the surface. My petals are developing each day---- and I think I may have some pink beginning to show itself. I know that if I keep fighting to survive, I can grow into the rose that my mother should have been. when I think of her, the beauty that I know had to be hidden deep in her ailling soul, covered by poisons and

aphids, could be healed. Someday when I grow up- I want to be the big rose that is climbing on the trellis, full of blossom after blossom. Each day, as I am loved, and I learn to love myself, I will open up farther, and even with my scars- I will be beautiful. My heart is like the rose-- all of our hearts are like the rose. We can all open up to grandness, we all deserve to be nurtured and loved. It will be by opening our hearts, that we will be able to see and experience the love that others want so desperately to give us. When we see pain, or illness, or injury- it is only the surface. It is only the outside stuff. Go into your hearts and see the beauty that we all have inside of us. Touch that part of you that was once wounded, and bless the hurt. You can make a conscious decision to not carry the wound into your life-- and you can be healed. ------------------ Bloom

where you are planted. Illness is not ugly, or evil. It is an opportunity to open our hearts. It is an opportunity to to see so far beyond what so many will never touch. Blessings to us all, Tracie NS Co-owner/moderator

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> One of the challenges my family has been facing lately is a

beautiful young

> woman that my son has fallen in love with. She has a sad history

of being

Tracie, my heart goes out to you and your family. You obviously love

this young woman that your son has chosen to love as well, or you

wouldn't hurt so bad when she does these harmful things to herself.

You're doing what's right for her, by helping her get the mental

help she so desperately needs. Its so sad, that people can't see

how much they are worth to others, especially since while they were

so young they were thrown to the wayside.. Your rose blossoms poem

was awesome, and I couldn't help from thinking about Damian, you

know he was given away by his drug/alcholic mother when he was only

9 months old. It scares me and I may just show him what you have

written about Tori's girlfriend. Damian has started smoking, and

he's only 16, and the peer pressure these days are tremndous.. I'm

of course afraid this will lead to marajuana, he's already had one

of his buddies share beer with him, which I went totally NUTS! He

says he wants a life and he knows that his mom's addiction makes him

at a high risk too.. I just pray, that he doesn't go down this

road.. because even though, his first 5 years were rough, man he's

had more love than most will ever have.

Thanks for the sharing of your personal life,

Love ya,

teresa

> abandoned by her mother- at the tender age of 2.

> the mom is a drug addict and alcoholic, and her daughter has

inherited the

> alcoholism.

> I was asking my therapist why it is so hard for these kids, and

why they so

> reject love, even when it is sent and shared in complete honesty

and truth.

> She explained that these kids weren't " important " and so they

develop a way

> to disconnect- even from true loving relationships.

>

> As I set in meditation on this issue, I had a picture of a

minature rose.

>

> My blossom is tiny, and my pot is too small. I've not been

nurtured, and

> feed, and cared for. There are aphids that seem to want to break

me-- and I have

> some tiny holes in my tiny, tiny blossom.

> Yet, I refuse to be defeated, and I choose not to wither away and

die.

> Surely I will get a drink of water, and some food-- and maybe even

a bigger

> pot. A taste of Miracle Grow wouldn't be a bad idea either.

> My blossom is trying to so hard to hang on-- and each time you

think of me,

> and care even a tiny bit for me, I gather a touch of strength, and

I grow.

> I am now no longer a tiny minature, but am beginning to be

stronger-- and my

> blossom is gaining in size. There is a scar where the aphids

were, but it is

> only on the surface. My petals are developing each day---- and I

think I may

> have some pink beginning to show itself.

> I know that if I keep fighting to survive, I can grow into the

rose that my

> mother should have been. when I think of her, the beauty that I

know had to be

> hidden deep in her ailling soul, covered by poisons and aphids,

could be

> healed.

> Someday when I grow up- I want to be the big rose that is climbing

on the

> trellis, full of blossom after blossom. Each day, as I am loved,

and I learn to

> love myself, I will open up farther, and even with my scars- I

will be

> beautiful.

>

> My heart is like the rose-- all of our hearts are like the rose.

We can all

> open up to grandness, we all deserve to be nurtured and loved.

> It will be by opening our hearts, that we will be able to see and

experience

> the love that others want so desperately to give us. When we see

pain, or

> illness, or injury- it is only the surface. It is only the

outside stuff.

>

> Go into your hearts and see the beauty that we all have inside of

us. Touch

> that part of you that was once wounded, and bless the hurt. You

can make a

> conscious decision to not carry the wound into your life-- and you

can be

> healed.

>

> ------------------

> Bloom where you are planted. Illness is not ugly, or evil. It is

an

> opportunity to open our hearts. It is an opportunity to to see so

far beyond what so

> many will never touch.

>

> Blessings to us all,

> Tracie

> NS Co-owner/moderator

>