Basking in Pasque Flowers

On a hillside meadow amidst an oak woodland lives a small community of Pasque Flowers. Maybe they are wild crocus. I can’t identify them quite, in any of my Rocky Mountain or Plants of the Southwest books. There are slight deviations from each example. They come up just after domestic crocus, but before anything else, except a couple of dandelions, of course. I think they are called Easter flowers too, since they come up so early in spring.

They are hearty, and adversity brings out even more color as they venture above ground. Look at these sacred gems, holding drops of rain or melting snow!

 

Such treasures of inner beauty and wisdom, they reflect to the world.

I have watched how they handle rain, snow and the passage of time, with strength, elegance and generosity.

 

They are also nice, early food for the bees. This may be this flower’s first contact with a bee.

Can’t you just hear their spirits laughing, rolling around in there?

They are so in love with each other. A simple kindness and dependency shared between them.

Notice the pollen basket on this bee’s leg.  She will take it all back to her hive.

The bee’s knees.

It is almost too full for her to fly home, but she doesn’t want to leave her beautiful friend, Pasque. She may travel as far as two miles to engage here, but well worth the trip! Bees actually taste through their legs.

Bees remind us to drink in the sweetness in our life, and to enjoy community. Also to diligently pursue our dreams. I am reminded to just BEe.

Are you taking the time to enjoy your activities and productivity, and to find your truth?

I am in love with these flowers! I kneel to their Divinity, bow to their beauty, delight in all their unique personalities and lie down on my belly, and laugh with them, as we wait for bees, beneath the clouds and sun. We are all in relationship. We are in Spirit’s embrace.

Pasque flowers gather in groups, stand alone or with one or two friends.

A wound came up for me to heal last week. It was my inner 12 year old. I just let her be with the flowers, say what she needed to say, feel what she needed to feel and express what emotions needed to be expressed.

I just loved her through it for several days, and now she feels fine. The flowers helped immensely. You just never know when the inner children will bring something up that you thought was already complete. Oh well. I guess we aren’t done until we are.

They also have an ethereal nature at certain times of day.

My friends here, mirror my own field, and I feel my centers strengthen as I gaze upon their color.

If I feel anxious, where is this anxiety coming from? What fear lurks?  What do I need to soften it? What excites me and gives me passion?

Is my Heart open? When do I feel it constrict? When does it feel more expansive? When I am still, I can connect to the Christ Consciousness, and be one with Divine Love. My relationships open my heart, as does my attunement with Nature.

Am I communicating too much, too little or in balance? Do I feel open? Free to express? Can I speak from my heart?

Attention to intuition

Unity with all that is.

They mirror my own Loving and mystery within my heart.

They reflect all different parts of me, if I look deeply

Just looking at her calms me.

Vibrancy

Feeling their presence and absorbing vitality.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Twin Flames

Elegant Maturity

Girly girl. It’s fun to dress up once in a while.

Indigo Children I have known

Harmony

Reverence

Sisters

Parent and Child

 

Tiny Dancer

They bring me to this still now moment, and I feel well balanced.

The flowers are on their way out now. I think I took my last pictures of them today, after a snow. I am so grateful for their presence and friendship these last 3 weeks.
Thank you, Easter Flowers!