A red rose always reminds me of Passion.
Yesterday my neighbor received a gorgeous bouquet of red roses from someone special.
Do you suppose it was to say "I Love You"?
As I have journeyed with PASSION this year I have picked up random thoughts about it.
I have tucked these thoughts into my heart with a smile.
I have told myself, "It's OK Darling, Get back up and Dance" when I have needed the words.
I have realized that Passion is another form of JOY, my word from two years ago.
I have learned that Passion is to run with abandon and pure pleasure, complete focus, and exuberance.
Exuberance has stuck in my head and clearly explained this word, PASSION, to me.
Passion, from Wikipedia/Dictionary: emotion: joy, sorrow, exuberance, raw, hate, hope, faith, love
The suffering of Jesus Christ
The musical.
I found this page and the Holstee Manifesto:
Live your Dream, Share your Passion. LIFE IS SHORT.
For me what I am learning with the word PASSION is to:
Connect with People, Create, Laugh, Dance, and live a life of exuberance.
Not a bad way to live, but a very good way.
I hope today you are celebrating life with exuberance.
Beautiful indeed my lovely friend.
ReplyDeleteLove you
Jeanne
I am celebrating life in The Blue Garden this afternoon :-)
ReplyDeleteI like that - "a life of exuberance". Your rose photo is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYou are doing a very good job of living your word for this year. I love your passion!
ReplyDeleteI love your word and thoughts on it. I think red roses are the perfect symbol for Passion. xoxoxo Hugs
ReplyDeletePassion - you are definitely living this word as I can see from your beautiful blog posts. Blessings.
ReplyDeleteHad never thought of passion and joy together, but I agree with what you had to say about the two! (And said so well!) And as far as your neighbor's bouquet ... well, it certainly was saying SOMETHING quite positive!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely a great way to live! Hugs...
ReplyDeleteI do my best on the exuberance thing. Funny how that soars on the weekend! Beautiful roses!
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