“In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.”
~ Okakura Kakuzo
I’m in Hong Kong right now, a destination renowned for its luxury shopping.
But I’m not a shopping kind of girl, although I enjoy looking at things. At my age I have enough stuff, and I’m not interested in buying things simply for the sake of buying them.
Ben and I went walking yesterday morning, early, before most of Hong Kong was awake. The only shops that were open were bakeries and noodle bars. As we walked we came upon a florist setting up her market stall for the day. The fragrance from the fresh blooms was intoxicating – and they were so cheap!
Buy some, Ben said to me.
Don’t be ridiculous, I said. We’re in a hotel room. I don’t need flowers. It seems extravagant.
I disagree, Ben replied. I think your soul actually needs flowers, after which he bought me three bunches of white lilies for the total sum of eight Australian dollars.
We admired the bonsai collection in the nearby alley, and then we went back to the hotel with our haul.
Housekeeping found vases for me, and now I have towering arrangements that have perfumed the room with their sweetness. They were the first thing I saw when I woke up this morning. Ben was right. My soul needed these flowers. Especially with the long drought at home which has rendered my garden dust and rubble.
I don’t need fancy jewelry or designer clothes or expensive handbags and trinkets. But flowers? Yes. Give me the luxury of flowers and I am soul full!
Can you find a way to experience the luxury of flowers this week? Even a single flower beside your bed, or a vase of greenery can be a magical connection to nature.
Sending much love your way, Nicole xx