Sunday, August 17, 2008
from seed to flower
These Nicotainia bloom every year in our garden, always in a different spot. I scattered the seed years ago and since that, the flower bed has been dug up to relay a septic. It doesn't matter, though. They have survived. Every spring I watch for their new leaves to poke through the ground. It's kind of like an Easter egg hunt because I never know where they will turn up. The seed just keeps migrating and I keep looking for my little bits of hope.
I am grieving for dear friends during this past week and have had a difficult time writing or creating. My friends welcomed their sweet little boy into this world on Friday and said their goodbyes to him on that same day. It has been incredible to be a part of their close circle of support. Never have I experienced such a welcome space for grief. Over the past several years it has become so apparent to me that within our culture, grief is not openly embraced. I embrace you my friends, and even now am sending you my light.