Tomorrow at night we are supposed to have a cold front come through. It will only last about 24 hours, but in that time most of the flowers that are so beautiful right now will die. It will get below freezing, and we might even get some snow! I have been taken aback at how much I will miss these flowers. There is a sadness, where I know there should not be, because things change, and grow again. I thought we would have until October. I try to change my perspective, to feel grateful for the beautiful gifts they have given me this summer.
I cannot help but think they know tomorrow’s sunrise will be their last. Isn’t this the way of nature? It is always prepared. What do these flowers do in their last bits of time? They are waning with the moon, who was full in the sign of Pisces just days ago, the enlightened culmination of the zodiac wheel before it turns anew.
I was overcome today with inspiration for the different arts I love to work within. So many ideas that I didn’t know what to do. A frantic attempt to remember it all, to make the time to create it, and forge the dedication to not stop. Each idea, a petal drifting to the dirt for a flower to live after its bloom.
There was a bird who sang above the garden that moved me to tears. It sounded like an ode to all the things that have ever ended. It was one of the most beautiful things my ears have ever heard. And then his last few notes before silence were the most sublime uplifting gold, a prelude to what is next. Such is the way.
There are endless feathers all around the garden, from a lot of doves that have taken roost here. In the animal messenger’s truth, they are said to symbolize divine love.
I sit with the flowers and I hear them tell me how to begin. We give the seeds for you to bring new life here again.
These are the myriad gifts of flowers.
