Altering the Caregiver's Roses

Still putting fresh flowers in Romeo's room at the nursing home. His are fresh yet from nearly a week ago.

Still putting fresh flowers in my bedroom. Today, roses. The symbol of love, the soul, the heart. The offerings of a pure love. This time I chose white roses. White = even more purity of love. White is for the moon, the feminine, daylight, the Cosmic Egg, milk, images of the future, the promise of awakening. White is for promise and potential. This is what my tired caregiving soul needs right now. White to soothe the spirit. A shower of white roses.

Still, the artist in me wants to do something creative with those white roses, to do something with them to make them mine, make them different. Attach them to a canvas splattered with neon paint or to some three-dimensional object that suggests something new, something never before created. The artist in me wants to somehow alter the white roses so they aren't so darn . . . white.