A Beautiful Thing


A Beautiful Thing 1

A Beautiful Thing – Poem on mixed media

Have you ever seen a crimson rose? I have only seen them in photos, but never in real life. They are beautiful and have a deep, rich color. So deep that sometimes they can even resemble the color of blood.

It’s meaning is two-way, signifying loss, death and mourning, as well as rebirth and love. It makes me think of a love that is committed and passionate. One that is willing to sacrifice for the good of another. One that is even willing to die for another. This type of love isΒ a rare and beautiful thing.

Have you ever experienced a love like that?

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50 thoughts on “A Beautiful Thing

  1. Staci such a lovely thought. Red and rose are a reflection of true paradox of life. Life is what death cannot define and death is what life cannot escape. It is intriguingly relationship of color, fragrance, beauty and thorns that encompasses a canvas of emotions and feelings in the flowers of red rose. The color red is a symbol of aggression and it also signs danger and many times, the end of life. Crimson red rose very rare to see and all such special and powerful aspects are difficult to fathom and when we fight for such right and when we run for possessing such exclusivity life becomes a fight and the fight to get the might and the best that is presented to us.

    Love has so many colors and each color signifies some dimension of emotions and the flavour of life, life is not uni-dimensional and life has so many facets, it is multiple dimensional and experiencing and engaging with such diverse facets is art of living and living a beautiful life. The beauty of life lies in playing with colors and make life little more colorful…what is life without love and love is boundlessness and love breaks barriers and love is bridge for any gap that is created between culture, tradition, community, countries or for that matter continents…spiritual love is another form that is not well understood and assimilated by most, as it is heighten form of discipline love, love of life.

    Love it Staci…the poem and the strand of rose…
    Have a rosy Sunday…
    πŸ˜€

    • Thank you so much Nihar. I’m so glad you ‘loved’ this one.
      Yes, red is a color that has many meanings actually. It’s the color of passion and love, but also (like you said) the color of aggression and danger. Paradoxical indeed. Hahaha.
      I hope you are doing very well, and getting more time to relax and nurture your creativity.
      Please have a lovely week, my friend. I’ll be by soon to see what you’ve been up to.
      πŸ™‚

      • Yes Staci, colors are the flavours of life, we love certain colors and certain puts us off…just imagining life without color, a black and while life is unimaginable…such is the role and power of color in our life, white gives that feeling of purity, green that serenity of natuire and of course red that sign of danger in life.
        Yes, getting back to track and more time nurture my creativity where I love to be there and play with the spectrum of color, images and of course the words…
        Hope Staci you are having a good time and take care…
        Thanks so much and you too have a great weeke ahead.
        πŸ˜€

      • I guess that’s why there’s a whole area of color psychology out there. Colours really can impact us, our moods and emotions, can’t they Nihar.
        Great to hear that you are getting back to a time of nurturing your creative side. Hopefully me too.
        πŸ™‚

      • Yes Staci, love color and playing with color on the canvas makes our imagination go wild and wide…we need design our life in a manner that we don’t miss the real color of life and making every moment a bit colorful and color signifies the variety and the versatility of life…we all have our choice of color and mixing and matching color to create something new, something exciting with our artistic hands is a meditation by itself…
        Same here Staci, good to hear that you too is back…lets get back our wonderful conversation, it is always so engaging and so much to intrigue our thoughts…
        take care!!!
        πŸ˜€

  2. There was a time when I was so confused, messed up, hungry, alone. Went to my mum’s house. She didn’t say much – nothing I can recall – but made me a plate of her food. I was loved that day. Made me appreciate her forever.
    God bless you Staci.

    • Ohhhh, hello there. Thank you so much for nominating me. How sweet of you.
      I’m so sorry for the delay in responding to your comment. It’s because your comment didn’t show up in my nominations. When I went into my WP admin right now, I saw it in my Spam. I immediately removed it from spam and approved it. Ugh.
      Thanks again.
      πŸ™‚

  3. Such a thought provoking post, Statci. I’ve seen crimson rose and yes, it did indeed remind me of death but as you beautifully said, it reminded me of birth and world full of possibilities as well…
    Thanks for sharing this, dear.
    Hope you’re having a great weekend πŸ™‚

    • Thank you so much Heena. Ohhhh, that’s wonderful to actually have seen one. Maybe one day I’ll get my chance.
      Have a great week.
      πŸ™‚

  4. This is indeed a wonderful post Staci ! I’ve looked at crimson roses, and marvelled at their beauty. But never really thought about it this way, you’ve given me a new viewpoint, thank you πŸ™‚ As for a love like that, I sure hope to find it someday or be able to give it myself!

  5. To me, this love can really be found through Jesus and I see the crimson rose as being symbolic to Jesus and his love for us. Beautiful poem and art once again!

  6. ‘A Beautiful Thing’ is coated with Beauty all over it.
    Staci ur art work always carries vision with it …..I always wonder how u get all this , with all the backdrops n stuff πŸ™‚
    I absolutely agree with the ‘two-way’ theory….but I would like to stick to Crimson rose in reminiscence with crimson love (hard to find but r divinely)
    “…The color of life
    Awaited rebirth”….very Graceful
    Have a wonderful week Staci πŸ˜€

    • Ohhhhh Saaransh, you bless me. You know, I made a decision to do art with intention. I like to call it, ‘Intentional Art’. hahaha. There’s always a vision behind it all. I’m so glad you caught that Saaransh. I’m also glad you called this ‘graceful’. How lovely.
      I hope you had an amazing weekend, and that you have a wonderful week ahead, my friend.
      πŸ™‚

      • β€˜Intentional Art’..Oh I like it….infact I love it πŸ˜€
        Indeed u have a plausible vision all around ur work and thats impeccable n has soul …..perhaps that is why u r a ‘God colored girl in grey world’ πŸ˜€
        U 2 have a pleasurable week ahead Staci πŸ™‚

  7. I love color red! Our flag is an ocean of red symbolizing the blood of those martyrs sacrificing their lives for their country.
    In Portland Oregon, they have a beautiful Rose Parade where a myriad of breathtaking roses festoon the streets and people’s eyes.
    Such beauty in this color, so much life, so much sacrifice. The undying love, the undeserved love, the transforming love washing me everyday in Him.
    ❀ ❀ Loved your painting! Beautiful!!
    Dajena πŸ™‚

    • Dajena, thank you so much. You always have such wonderful comments. I especially like the deeper, richer red colors myself. And I think crimson red is special.
      Thank you for sharing this information with me too. Supposedly, many flags have red in it. I read that in my research on the color itself. I don’t remember why though.
      Oh yes, His undying, undeserved and unconditional love flooding us daily. Love it.
      You have a wonderful week Dajena. Make the most of the summer vacation, right. πŸ˜‰
      ❀

      • yes, that is why nature looks so magical after the rain. All the colors deepen πŸ™‚
        It is His undying grace that allows us to connect with God.
        Blessings to you dear friend!
        ❀ ❀

      • Dajena, you said it all @It is His undying grace that allows us to connect with God.
        Completely agree.
        Hope you’re having a lovely day so far.
        πŸ™‚ ❀

      • Yes I am πŸ™‚ It is so much cooler than yesterday (100F yesterday) and I am sipping coffee looking at the birds outside.
        I finally made it to my first quote last night πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ ❀

      • Eek! 100 degrees. Just a bit toasty eh. Hahaha.
        I will be over soon to check out your first quote post. Yeah!
        Enjoy your day.
        πŸ™‚ ❀

  8. I’ll give the typical “Sunday School” answer to your question-Jesus! πŸ™‚ This post and poem is lovey!

  9. Staci, β€œA Beautiful Thing” is a stunning and moving poem graced wonderfully with your lovely artwork. I love the power and sentiment of the following lines,

    β€œThe color of life
    Awaited rebirth”

    It has been my experience that a love like this is birthed from tragedy, it’s in these moments that we would do and give anything to change the outcome, even by giving up our own lives. Staci, this is an exceptional post, I think you’ve tapped into something quite deep and thought-provoking with your words and question.

    Wishing you a marvelous evening and a wonderful weekend ahead. ~ Mia πŸ™‚ ❀

    • Mia, thank you so much for your beautiful comment. And I love this “a love like this is birthed from tragedy”. It is so true. I remember once seeing a movie that was based on the 9/11 event, where a fire fighter was trapped amongst the rubble. His marriage was shaky, but that incident strengthened it, and brought them close together again. Do you know the movie? I don’t remember the name of it.
      Thanks again Mia. Your comments are always such a pleasure to read, and the conversation is always good.
      Please have a lovely week ahead.
      πŸ™‚ ❀

      • Staci, you’re most welcome. Thank you for a lovely reply. I don’t believe I’ve seen a movie like that, and a name of a movie does not come to mind. But tragedy or the potential threat of a tragedy does change everything. It sounds like in this case it had a positive outcome. Thank you again for sharing a wonderful post. Enjoy the rest of your day, and have a marvelous week ahead. ~ Mia πŸ™‚ ❀

  10. The color red is such a special color with so many meanings from caution, danger, rage to romance and true love, like you mentioned. The poem is lovely with such mellifluous flow. ❀ xx

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