Monday, August 28, 2006

A Flower In The Human Psychology


Sassine El Nabbout Photography

From the first days of life, we open our eyes to see our family and a room fulfilled with flowers… Do we love flowers because of that?
It may be a cause, but just one of the causes…
What is a flower? Why flowers were created? Why they have an impact on us? Does someone on earth hate flowers?
They fill the life… and no one can imagine life if there is no flowers…
A flower is a mixture of colors… odor(s)… touch(s)… form…
Just a small creature, so simple… with an eternal cycle of life…
Did someone imagine? When a man loves a woman, he says to her: "you are the flower of my life"… when a man or women say to their daughter: "my little flower"… when a newborn enters the family, they say: "a new flower is in our garden of love"!
Can we imagine? In our best stages, we are flowers or compared to…
Looking around, we can see that a flower, as simple as it is, accomplish the roles of inter human signal… and the inter God and human signal…
The first days of life, they mean a new life… blue for a guy, pink for a girl… filling the house, they mean everything is ok… everything is good…
For children playing around in the field, he or she cuts a small flower… put it on his or her head… give it to her or to him, and a smile is on every face… even these children cant wait to see the spring again to play with flowers, just as does the wind…
When adolescent, the red fills the classes, just as the colors of cheeks… it means love… just you wait until the signal hits you… to know if he or she loves you, you count the petals of a flower…
When adult, a beautiful garden means a sweet house… flower gifts to your love means that this love is still alive and will continue… it means peace in your house…
When elderly, you don’t stop working in your garden to keep it full of them… that means that you want to continue and you are still alive just as your flowers… they fill your house, with a happy mother’s day, happy father’s day… or "get well soon"…
When you die, the flowers follow you to your tomb… and they are planted on it… kept alive to mean that you are still here with us… alive in our hearts… and we change them to say: we will never forget you…
Examples are so numerous that neither there are papers, nor time to accomplish or to describe…
Why they were created? Didn’t I describe all the above… and even more… as they are simple signals, they are small lessons… even Jesus used it: "look at this flower, even Solomon in his greatness didn’t wear like its colors"…
And the lessons are: as more as we are simple, we are more beautiful… as more as we complicate life, we are poorest… even if we have all the earth money, we are not richer than a flower in the eyes of God…
How does a flower influence us? Not only by the combination of odor, color, touch and form, but also by the language… for sure no one on earth heard flowers talking… these are the soul’s words…
A flower prints directly our heart pages…
A flower pushes you to follow her, just like a sunflower follows the sun…
No one can hate a flower… even the majority of world dictators put it around or near them whenever and wherever…
Don’t ask me anymore why I love flowers? Why I follow them from a place to another? Why I draw, photograph or talk about them?
Every flower mesmerizes me when I touch it… when I smell it… I feel involuntarily that I want to kiss it, to say thank you God for this gift…

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