Come with me into the field of sunflowers

By: Marjory Mejia

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photo by Laurence Delafosse

“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” ~ Marcel Proust

What finds a trail to the space of your heart?

I can see a flower so beautiful that tears overflow, its beauty touching a space so deep within. Beauty enrapts me. We are a microcosm interacting with this vast cosmos. Take a moment to truly see these flowers. If we could hear these flowers unfurling. If we could understand the language of their movement, we would realize the secret dance of flowers.

The Life of flowers (Жизнь цветов) from VOROBYOFF PRODUCTION on Vimeo.

How much life happens in those spaces and moments you regard as filled with stillness. Life is always flowing. Perhaps this is what those flowers that worship the sun would say:

I love flowers and love beings that drink and delight in their honey. I got intimate with hummingbird medicine in the wild gardens of Berkeley where I could hear and recognize their song from far. Hummingbirds have such a sweet song. Iridescent, they embody joy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hummingbird on sunflower by Carol Collins (Nona)

A Ruby-throated Hummingbird by Steve Creek

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photo taken at a park in Staunton, Virginia, by schoolboy Marlin Shank.

Hummingbirds gather the sweetness of life, taking sweet nourishment in small doses. I miss these magical beings but have their song imprinted in my heart, the buzzing of their wings intact in my memory, still reaching my soul.

They follow their bliss from flower to flower blessing their hostess with their beauty and pollinating power. They can fly backward, downward and upward and make a figure 8 in their flight, the symbol of infinity. They symbolize our ability to go back in time, to digest the past and embrace what is to come. They teach us to go for the honey, the nectar of life and celebrate the song in our hearts by sharing it with the whole world.

Most people think they are always fluttering their wings in rapid motion. But I often saw them resting on branches and cables, pruning their feathers, singing their song with such gusto and delight, celebrating life. Here you can see one in the photo I took last winter.

Photo via Beate

 

A taste of freedom and a real victory to let our true voice find expression. Against all odds and with tough love, discipline and patience, this remarkable young girl Carly, diagnosed with autism, was able to achieve something extraordinary, communicate her inner world, reach out and touch others. She says: “don’t give up, your inner voice will find its way out. Mine did.” thanks for the inspiration Carly

I’d like to end this meditation on this note, with a beautiful sonic exploration titled Travel Dream Song by Meredith Monk, considered in this wonderful post an “archeologist of the human voice” who thinks that “the human voice is the original instrument.” Yes!

Love is always streaming through.. May we cultivate the patience to see, receive and nurture the gifts that are offered to us. And like flower and hummingbird, may we unfurl in all our splendor & sing, offering our deepest heart song as a gift to the world.

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, 
there is a field. I’ll meet you there..” ~ Rumi

With love,

 

 

Get flowing!

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Feb 21, 2012
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2 responses to “Come with me into the field of sunflowers”

  1. Ian says:

    Oh Marjory! Oh conduit of beauty, oh antenna! Oh, lense of compressed and expanding time scales. :)

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