Flowers
I am invited into a beautiful space
An eruption of beauty and fragrance
When I was a child, I was invited to that space
To enjoy and to partake
A communion of sorts with nature
Now
That I am older
This beauty and fragrance
Is all I have to understand my beginning
I don't have the story anymore
I can't embrace the old narrative that tries to explain my existence
I only have this
In front of me
This unexplainable magnificence
That blooms in my presence
I breathe in
And I breathe out
How do I explain the fragrant breathe given me
Molecules of mystery that keep me alive in this moment
Please don't judge me
Please don't worry
I am trying to breathe with what I have before me
Flowers
© Ruby Neumann
I awoke this morning (June 12) feeling conflicted. Why must I entertain feelings of inadequacy and defensiveness when all I really want to do is show the beauty that invites me into a different understanding of myself and the world I live in. Why can't it just be simple.
I want it to be simple. I want to tell people..
"Go breathe in the fragrance that comes from the lilacs in the spring... enjoy the beauty. Let that be your Sunday morning sermon. Leave your building and go outside and find your connection to your Creator."
This is it for me. This is the invitation.
