Flower Quote: A Flower Blossoms for Its Own Joy

A flower blossoms for its own joy…Sounds like a poet wrote this (and one did), and one who must have known his own joy in his quest to write. So, I will pose the question to you: If you were to picture yourself standing in a garden with your feet reaching into the earth as your roots and your legs as your stem, where are you in the process of blooming? Are you at the beginning stages of germinating, or a stem with leaves slowly unfurling, or a bud in the making, or are you starting to bloom? What does that flower and joy look like? If you don’t feel as if you are blooming, how would you like to picture that joy, and what kind of flower would you be?

Oscar Wilde (October 16, 1854-November 30, 1900) was a playwright, essayist, poet and novelist. He was born in Ireland and attended Trinity College and Oxford. After finishing college, he moved to London and fit right into the fashionable culture and social status. His life took a turn after he prosecuted his lover’s father and in turn it put him on trial, for which he was imprisoned for hard labor for two years. After his release, he continued to write, but died destitute at an early age.

What I would consider Wilde’s two most famous writings are ‘The Importance of Being Earnest’ and ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’. The latter of the two is the only novel he ever wrote, and it is known as a classic.

A side note: I visited Cong, Ireland over a year ago where Oscar Wilde was born. It was a very sweet and small town on the West coast of Ireland.

Share with me below: What kind of flower in bloom would you most joyfully be?

Stokes’ Aster. Photographed @ New York Botanical Garden.

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