Dear Curiosity Journal,
When a flowerhead opens upon the land, she invites us to take part in her flare. Petals unfold in a kaleidoscopic of color and call us in, not unlike the pollen and the bees. I recall a philosophical flower conversation with Rufus in which he hypothesized that while flowers serve a tactile reproductive function in a botanical sense, they serve a spiritual purpose in a metaphysical sense, instilling us with the pure wisdom of loveliness and enlightening and edifying our inner world without a word. Mother Nature could have created a plant reproductive system far less beautiful and still gotten the job done, but instead, in spring, you see flowers, a manifestation of procreation presented with the finest artistry, worthy of kneeling before. So stop and tell the flowers how they change your world.
~Joy
