Lilac is Talking with me, what flower(S) are you having a conversation (S) with ? oh Yes and Gerbera Daisy for me

Well they are excited to be part of this conversation. 

I am  researching my heart, to open to my true feelings, to know my desires and be in touch and honor them.
I am  in contact with an old friend, Q recently, I trust  this is what I need to do, take a risk... I invite Q to dinner at my house, a new venture for me to invite people over.  In the first few moments Q asked if he/she could use a tool I own.  I usually need time to think about these things. Q explains a bit of what the tool  would be used for, seemed ok.  I show Q how to use it after dinner. 

A few days later I am reminded of the story - the scorpion and the frog - ah oh - hum...
Lilacs blossoming across the street, I take in their scent, remembering how my mom had them growing by the kitchen door of our house. Through the years she would completely cut them back to have them grow back nice and bushy with more blossoms.  To me, then it seemed aggressive, this cutting of long lively limbs.


Cutting back, pruning, Lilac...

Q arrives a week later with the tool, explaining the project in more detail then I wanted to know - yet gave me the clue that it may not have been a good idea to lend out my tool. 

Mom would say, have your own tools, so you don't have to borrow, when she sent us off to school... Is this true for me now? 

Q says" it's important to use the right tool..."

I need to use the tool for my own project and some part is working well, but another part, which I failed to check out with Q before it left my home was in a state I do not remember it being in.  Alas - what to do?  Kick myself for being stupid, generous, unconscious

I am with Dad, he has a tree trimming job he needs done, and hires someone who  drops the tree into the 'evil' neighbors yard. I do not make mistakes! I do not make mistakes!  I do not make mistakes! 

Hum

Now I email to communicate what I have found different then I remember with the tool.  Q responds with information.  I can either blame or take responsibility.  I did not go over that part of the tool before lending it.  Pisser.  I got into people pleasing and forgot myself...oh yuck again???

Jill, Jill Jill do you hear us, wait, don't go down your rabbit hole.  Wait Wait, Lilac and Gergera sing softly in the quiet of their beauty.

Ok what?

I am in bittersweetness,  I miss my dear Josephine, it is her birthday, that is my truth, my love, no one can take that away from me. I value this.  I know this.  Some parts of life are less then ideal, I can move on, not cling to the old, open to the new, be kind and gentle with myself, I have this choice.


So? Are there any flowers you are conversing with?