A true marriage of word and image, woven in light and bloom. Thank you so much Marisol for sharing the quiet poetry and grace of flowers, where beauty lingers and speaks without sound.
I love your line, “Do they mind being picked?” It's a question that’s both simple and deeply complex. We tend to project our own emotions and understandings onto the natural world. It’s so human to think of flowers as having “feelings” in the same way we do. But perhaps the interaction is far more intricate, a silent dialogue we’re just beginning to comprehend. Maybe when we pick a flower, we're participating in a moment of exchange, an acknowledgement of beauty and a momentary shift in the world’s flow. When you mentioned “Free wildflowers know”, I pondered on the idea that they might have an awareness of their own existence. It really brings into focus the way we interact with the living world around us, and what respect and appreciation we should carry.
Flowing flowers. Gratuitous blooming. Blooming for the sake of it, or not. Each gem a poem. Each flower too. Tagore said, “The rose is a great deal more than a blushing apology for the thorn”. Bloom as you are. Bloom as they bloom. Thorns and all. Thank you!
Church of the Earth, medicine indeed, and so is the way you bring her beauty to us...today in the form of fantastic flora. Names like poetry. Faces like goddesses. Bursting and blooming with the life force we all seek and need and must protect. Love your healing always, thank you!
This is a glorious feast!! 🥀🌷🪻🌻
Across hemispheres,
gardens of sensual delights.
Bon appétit! Cheers*
oh my gorgeousness! 💕
Glorious blooms’ bods, scent,
enjoyed in fields, vases, vans?
Gorgeousness indeed!
I love the lyrical quality this has. My favorite line: “Most buds become blooms
unless death gets to them first.
When witnessed or not.”
Lyrical, you say*
Appreciate kind comment~
Garden welcomes you!
A true marriage of word and image, woven in light and bloom. Thank you so much Marisol for sharing the quiet poetry and grace of flowers, where beauty lingers and speaks without sound.
Your comments, poems
fueling posters’ life reserves.
Emit, reflect light.
This was a delightful tour of colour and shape and your words gave me pause. A beautiful contemplation on the garden of life. 🙏💫💛💐
To prompt pleasant pause,
meets, feeds this poster’s purpose.
Bow to your comment!
“To open, or not
to delight by being, just so.”
A question for me.
🩷🙏
When, where to open,
how to bloom big, if at all?
Questions for us all?
...
How do flowers know,
whether to stay bud or not?
Follow faithful flow?
I love your line, “Do they mind being picked?” It's a question that’s both simple and deeply complex. We tend to project our own emotions and understandings onto the natural world. It’s so human to think of flowers as having “feelings” in the same way we do. But perhaps the interaction is far more intricate, a silent dialogue we’re just beginning to comprehend. Maybe when we pick a flower, we're participating in a moment of exchange, an acknowledgement of beauty and a momentary shift in the world’s flow. When you mentioned “Free wildflowers know”, I pondered on the idea that they might have an awareness of their own existence. It really brings into focus the way we interact with the living world around us, and what respect and appreciation we should carry.
When cut, picked, plucked, pulled,
we don’t like it. Blooms, who knows?
Thanks for this, restack!
Of course, my friend. 🩵
The beauty of expression of flowers 🌻
Flowers do it well,
express beauty without words.
Understood by all?
The universal language of love 🙏
Exquisite, earth dwelling beauties speak truth of our universe.
Truth-tellers indeed,
may we learn from their language.
Glad for resonance~
Flowing flowers. Gratuitous blooming. Blooming for the sake of it, or not. Each gem a poem. Each flower too. Tagore said, “The rose is a great deal more than a blushing apology for the thorn”. Bloom as you are. Bloom as they bloom. Thorns and all. Thank you!
Human bodies, buds
bloom in partial shade, full sun.
True to our nature.
Flora, friend here, delighting in the church of the wild.
In this messy world,
Paulette knows about delights...
Thanks for the restack!
Ahh…so sweet.
Columbine have been captivating me lately. This was a lovely flower tour.
Glad you enjoyed the tour!
The pictured Columbine is
dear local native.
Delightful. Thank you.
Delightful indeed,
our fab femme flora friends are!
Even when wilting. 😉
Visual, kinetic, expanding.
Visual, kinetic,
that’s you, beloved partner.
And expanding too! 😊
Church of the Earth, medicine indeed, and so is the way you bring her beauty to us...today in the form of fantastic flora. Names like poetry. Faces like goddesses. Bursting and blooming with the life force we all seek and need and must protect. Love your healing always, thank you!
“Names like poetry”
And “Faces like goddesses.”
Wondrous words, work, yours.
Thank you for the lovely bouquet - a gift and balm for the soul.
Evergreen gift goods
what YOU share “In the Commons”
Thanks for the restack!