Flowers, Thorns and the High Seas
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My flower is the Bougainvillea. What’s Yours? |
Upon check-in, all hotel guests will receive a complimentary bouquet of flowers containing
world. What will you choose?
We suggest you think about it for awhile. Take a walk. Sniff the air. Ask the Universe what flower you may need on this particular journey.
There’s power in those petals.
M a g n o l i a
The Hotel chose a magnolia as the first flower in your bouquet because of this nugget of wisdom about aging from poet Maya Angelou: “The most important thing I can tell you about aging is this: If you really feel that you want to have an off-the-shoulder blouse and some big beads and thong sandals and a dirndl skirt and a magnolia in your hair, do it. Even if you’re wrinkled.” — Maya Angelou
I choose Bougainvillea because I like to say it: (boo-gain-VIL-ee-a) and because it’s a beautiful plant: colorful, complex and thorny like most of the women I know at the One Half Century Mark. The brilliantly-colored leaves (or bracts) are really its petals; the flowers are so small that you need to look very closely to even notice them. The thorns can draw blood. So much more there than first meets the eye, and so like life at the Hotel.
J e a n n e & t h e H i g h S e a s
I first chose B as my flower on a journey with my dearest friends and family in Feb. 2010. In addition to liking the sight and sound of the plant, I liked its history or what I thought was its history. I thought B was named by a French naturalist Dr. Philibert Commerson after his close friend and admiral Louis-Antoine de Bougainville, who commanded the ship that sailed around the world between 1766-1769, in which Commerson was a passenger. A friendship naming, according to my friend Wikipedia.
Who cares that a beautiful French peasant girl lived a real-life Cinderella tale, grew up to become a brilliant knower of plants, a world traveler, a teacher, a lover, forgotten and rediscovered? Who cares that our real-life Cinderalla was raped by the ship’s crew? Who cares that contradictions live within tropical plants or midlife women? Who cares how our thorns protect or our flowers can be so subtle? Who cares that beauty can lead you to seek knowledge and truth?
so what’s your flower gonna be?