This flower business procreated seedlings almost two years ago when daydreaming up my 101 tasks (it IS a daunting number). Those on familarity with my frugal practicality appeared voraciously encouraging to begin to explore my vocal distaste for flowers, and thus, implored adding them to the list. Must say, task #20, kicked my pleasure up a notch: the intrigue, the hope and the rejection all burittoed together in petal like fragility. And task #26, in incognito fanfare, ushered in a questioning of my battle against the bulbs.
Oh! So, any type of tour, I am there. It feeds the little brown nosing teacher’s pet ever present in my personality. It hits the “gotta get my edu-cational fix” just when I need it most. After coping with a cancelled week long retreat, this pst weekend, I decided to take a 24 hour whirlwind tour up to Amsterdam’s Hall of Fame Tulip Garden.
So, yeah, it took traversing up to the Utopia of Flower-dom, Kukenhof Gardens in Holland to finally master TasK #25: Buy Flowers for myself.
These gardens, with glorious decay, stirred this petulant passion– ever a strange presence in my alter chambers. I am moving, & moved, all at once…no slowly, in snatches of whispy colors.
Oh! Breathless, little creatures…walking in this place, the most photographed location in the world, on can help but be inspired. Thoughts of embracing diversity wafted into my heart, as each smile these blooms produced in all of us appreciating them uniquely unfurled themselves. I felt: I am a WONDER. You are a WONDER. I felt sad for all the times I wanted to be like some one else and make some one else like me. I felt sad that I had denied myself the pleasure of their creation in my world for so long, belittling their frivolity just because THEY will not LAST.
The pictures fail to re-capture being ME, THERE. Inadequate for the declaration, the clear terms that
nature loves the idea of the individual,…that something is everywhere, and always amiss…a shaded emptiness like a bubble that not only shape its very structure but that also causes it to list and utimately explode. If you want to live, you have…to die….Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
I think of the way of knowing you and feel hungry for more.
As ever I am
Knowing yourself, too