There is a personal post percolating somewhere here. N is away for the weekend and it is just Luke and I snuggled on the couch. He has had his medicine and is snoozing comfortably.
The sun has just broken through the grey and the steam is rising on my cup of tea and at the same time on the roof across the way. Inner and outer in the symbiotic dance of transformation, liquid to misty vapor, solid ground into the air…all that is required is water, heat and a bit of dark surface reflection.
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
The kettle has also been boiling and sending off a bit of steam for a beautiful friend on the opposite coast of America as well. My moment of mist contemplation was just joyfully redirected with the chiming in of the phone notifying me of an email gifting me words of love and support. It seems fur has recently flown in a friend’s world as well and the flowers she has been watering in her garden although growing well, are too experiencing the growing pains needed in preparation to bloom.
So solo women we are today, but never alone. She and I sing a sweet duet in celebration of flowering, the fact that once bloomed, Datura* rarely ever really needs to be eaten and for our remembering that Sphinx Carolina** die if they cocoon too long.
It is bi-coastal misting and blooming of Ms today celebrated in one of my favorite duet arias as we phase transition today.
Sous le dôme épais
Où le blanc jasmin
À la rose s’assemble
Sur la rive en fleurs,
Riant au matin
Viens, descendons ensemble.
Under the thick dome where white jasmine
With the roses entwined together
On the river bank covered with flowers laughing in the morning
Let us descend together!
*Datura is the flower that Lakmé eats, member of the night shade family.
**Sphinx Carolina is one of the rare insects that can eat Datura and not die.
M to M, love sent your way. x