Monday, April 6, 2009

5 pound flowers


Marshall and I exchanged stress relieving techniques on each other the other day, he went first, pressing his hands into my back and in his low, monotonous voice, he told me to breath in and out as he pressed deeper into the small of my back. Every time I let out my weak breaths, it was almost as though he was pushing every ounce of wind out of me with all his strength. I was drooling. Every chance I could somehow remember to breath on my own I was slurping the moisture from escaping my lips, I was too relaxed to even move my dainty hand to clean the sides of my mouth.

How often do you get to have a moment to relax and allow someones soothing voice direct you to breath? I loved that we did this. In fact, when it was my turn to rub his big ole' back I was too shy to do my "stress relieving story" --(so he could relax) But then when I could quickly come up with something, I took advantage of it, and went with it. It wasn't this descriptive, but it went something like this...

Shut your eyes, Breath in through your nose, out through your mouth....

You are alone, and you are walking on a pavement path that leads you toward woods, you smell nothing but the freshness of nature and springtime at its best, you notice a blanket of fog hovering just at eye level, walking through it you notice you are standing in a meadow. The most beautiful meadow you have ever seen. You glance around and notice the grass, it is perfectly green and looks as though it has been freshly cut. There isn't a single weed anywhere in sight. Only flowers, and they are stunning in shapes,and colors. They remind you of something only Willy Wonka could create. You lean down and pick up a pink flower, where the center is powder yellow, and as you bring it in to embrace the smell you notice that this single flower is heavy. This flower weighs almost 5 lbs, you giggle to yourself, wondering what kind of fertilizer Willy Wonka feeds these things. You shake your head and continue walking... taking in the beauty of this surreal meadow that you have accidentally stumbled upon noticing more and more flowers. You reach down again to pick another beautiful flower, this one a rose, a white rose with pricking thorns along the stem. Carefully pulling from the bush you notice the weight of this beauty almost immediately. Having to correct your stance you place two hands along the stem to pull it from its bush, this rose felt as though it was another 5 lbs, already you are carrying 10 lbs close to your chest. You notice the wind pick up and in its heavy gust you hear the faintest whisper, calling you by name, the voice heard through the wind says.... "These flowers represent all your stresses in life, all your burdens, all your hardships..."

You look ahead and notice the green earth decorated perfectly with the flowers that you were just told were your stresses, your burdens, and your hardships...

"These are all... mine..?" You reach down and pick a tulip from a bunch and no longer surprised to find sturdiness of its form.

The wind picks up, this time whipping your long hair around your shoulder and you notice that your freshly picked flowers that you grasp tightly close to your chest are being pulled from your grip, the wind has loosened them from your hands withdrawing them from you-- You watch as the wind wraps these flowers a midst itself as they blow effortlessly, as though they weighed nothing at all.

The whistles of the wind have made it hard for you to even hear your thoughts, but as it whips through you one more time, you notice your feet pick up from the ground, you find yourself being completely lifted from the ground without any struggle, you are weightless. You and the wind are one, dancing one with another through the meadow. For a moment you look toward the blanket of flowers that were once on the green grass and notice they are dancing along side you and the wind....

The wind whispers only to you.... "Breath in...Breath out.... You will feel relaxed, as though all your stress and all your burdens and hardships have been completely released from you...Go on, live your life... Don't forget to stop and smell the flowers, and to experience the beauty of this world..."

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We have stress, we have burdens, we have hardships. We have EXPERIENCES.

Isn't that beautiful? Sometimes you need to stop and 'smell the flowers' you need to experience these 'beautiful' pieces of life, because without them, you cannot learn.


Doctrine & Covenants 122:7- "Know thou, my son, that all these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good."





* A little deep for a relaxation story, I always take advantage of a good story telling opportunity.*