Early on in my blogging practice I wrote a post about how much I love flowers. They speak to me with their simple and profound beauty. They amaze me with their fragrance and sexy spirits. Flowers are a part of so many rituals, traditions and practices in our lives. I know I am modest photographer, yet I wanted to share my Easter Orchid which has been part of my morning healing practice. Flowers cause us to remember and now they console me.
Today, I did my morning practice and deep breathing around the Columbine blooming all over my yard. The deep purple and light pink are free spirits and just pop up indiscriminately in the garden beds and sidewalk cracks. I sat and watched them move in the breeze and thought of the Columbine Shootings.
I moved to where the sun was breaking through the clouds and saw the lovely Red Lady and I sent energy and compassion to the people in Seattle who experienced a fatal shooting of 6 people in the University District this week by a young man trapped within a mental illness. The tears were fresh.
The Memorial Columbine was planted to remember a young mother kindergarten teacher whose husband thought her joy and popularity was the work of the devil and ended her life and then his own. How can a religion be so full of hate and woe?
I thought about the hate promoting Baptists coming to town this week to demonstrate because of our Marriage Equality decisions – at a local high school. I will cheer on the students who have designed a program of anti-bullying and tolerance within their school.
I wanted to dance free so sought out the dainty ballerina in the bunch and rejoiced in her petticoats of white and by now the gentle wind touch was becoming an enthusiastic breeze of delight.
This bright beacon remains tossed in the wind as the sun disappears behind the grey – more rain.
I need flowers to bring me home, console, delight, remember, ground and progress, how do flowers play a part in your living?