the water bowl balancing
on my thighs.
i soak the flowers.
they become words.
then i write.
nayirrah waheed, salt
I’ve had far too many words tangled inside my head and heart this year. The month-long meditation on flowers gave me permission to leave the [hard] words “unexpressed” and allow them to unravel and stretch naturally.
I have a summer of writing ahead of me, and having “soaked” for some time, the words are ready to flow.
Thanks to my friend Meli for allowing me a moment to “breathe” today and photograph the beautiful vase of flowers sitting on her desk. Hugs…