Outside our front door stands a hearty rose bush. Last year it produced beautiful pink roses all summer and into the fall. This year there are already 6 gorgeous roses in full bloom. Each of them is a creamy yellow with pink around the edges. The mixture of cream and pink varies from flower to flower. Some are mostly cream with a blush of pink. Others are mostly pink with a tinge of cream.
Today as I walked Sugar, I noticed that a bud which has remained closed for a long long time had opened. I was beginning to think the bud would never blossom. But today it hesitantly unfurled and I understood at once its reticence. This amazing rose is half pink and half cream colored. Not intermixed like the others, but one side full blown pink and the other side full blown cream colored. I have never seen a rose that was half one color and half another color.
I think about people called bipolar and begin to understand it a bit. They are undiluted when they present each side of themselves. Their pure character is full blown and complete in ways that those of us who are more balanced and tempered can never be. From this rose I saw for the first time the true color of the pink and of the cream that was only suggested by the other mixed color roses.
It is true, when you blend something you have neither the one ingredient or the other but some version of both. I have a new appreciate for bipolarity. Though it can be overwhelming, I will try to appreciate the completeness of each side and stop insisting that it try to blend. Not quite sure how to do that, but this epiphany is the first step in understanding that I have had.
Today as I walked Sugar, I noticed that a bud which has remained closed for a long long time had opened. I was beginning to think the bud would never blossom. But today it hesitantly unfurled and I understood at once its reticence. This amazing rose is half pink and half cream colored. Not intermixed like the others, but one side full blown pink and the other side full blown cream colored. I have never seen a rose that was half one color and half another color.
I think about people called bipolar and begin to understand it a bit. They are undiluted when they present each side of themselves. Their pure character is full blown and complete in ways that those of us who are more balanced and tempered can never be. From this rose I saw for the first time the true color of the pink and of the cream that was only suggested by the other mixed color roses.
It is true, when you blend something you have neither the one ingredient or the other but some version of both. I have a new appreciate for bipolarity. Though it can be overwhelming, I will try to appreciate the completeness of each side and stop insisting that it try to blend. Not quite sure how to do that, but this epiphany is the first step in understanding that I have had.
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