If I could live inside a rose I wonder how I’d feel.
What would it be like to stay where it always smelled so wonderful, the colors so beautiful, and the walls so delicate.
Sometimes, when I look at the pictures of roses I’ve photographed I magnify them to the point, where I feel like I’m being sucked inside their mysterious inner core. Next I feel a little dizzy, and then I laugh and think, am I going crazy, or just becoming drunk on the sheer beauty of roses?
Eventually I get ahold of myself enough to return to my actual reality. Upon my return, I’m astounded. And I can’t quit feeling happy and dazed.
All this from traveling deep inside an irresistible rose.
And to think, no hangover.
Did I just experience a natural high?
Please don’t misunderstand this incredibly exhilarating phenomena. Instead just stare at pure beauty wherever you encounter it, and wait to see what happens.
True beauty, when deeply appreciated, puts you in a better place, and that’s a promise.
Does anybody else out there ever feel this way ? Or is it just me and Alice. You know, Alice got sucked into the rabbit hole, and landed in Wonderland.
In a similar way, I make sporadic visits to Wonderland, myself.
Who else is brave enough to admit they do this? And where is your Wonderland located?
Let me know….because somehow, deep in my soul, I think taking this particular trip is a Divine Affirmation.
P.S. The above picture was one of my rose pictures taken last summer, and then I ran it through some filters in Photoshop. I kinda really loved it, so I wanted to share.

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I would want to live right in the center because you would be so secure and yet you could peek your head up and see the beauty around you when your were curious.
I would want to live right in the center where it’s so secure but have the option to peek your head up to see the beauty around you and marvel when my curiosity was peeked
Well, we have lots of roses blooming right now in California! Oh the fun we could have, my flower, the fun we could have…..