As we continue to honor the Goddess Flora, I would offer the tantalizing idea that we, too, are a part of Her garden. Each one of you reading these words today is, at this very moment, in a state of budding and flowering, of fruiting and falling.
Until we draw our last breath (and very possibly well beyond that, and again and again), we are always coming into our fullness, or composting and recycling, only to begin once more. Sweet, fragrant, delicate, and powerful beyond measure, our life is a seed, a shoot, tender leaves, and a bud that opens.
Diane Ackerman, in her luminous work, A Natural History of the Senses, writes, “Flower’s fragrance declares to all the world that it is fertile, available, and desirable, its sex organs oozing with nectar. Its smell reminds us in vestigial ways of fertility, vigor, life-force, all the optimism, expectancy, and passionate bloom of youth. We inhale its ardent aroma and, no matter what our ages, we feel young and nubile in a world aflame with desire.”
Is this not also how we, too, live?
Like the Goddess of Flowers, tend your own life with utter care, and respect. Weed out what steals your vitality. Feed yourself with what is wholesome and nourishing for you. Bless yourself with cleansing waters, that your roots may absorb the nutrients you need, and may hold you fast in the storms that, inevitably, will come.
Look around you and climb towards where your life’s sunlight is. Seek out what is joyful, what gives you pleasure. Wind your beautiful, gentle tendrils around the creativity, the dear people, the work and the joy that bathe you in delight. Dare to grow and spread and open to your authentic, splendid self – fertile, glorious, and as magical as the sweet scent of spring flowers.
Today, this beautiful day, be knee-deep in the Springtime. Whatever your age, you are always budding, always blossoming in your infinite sweet, seductive, hopeful ways.
In the name of Flora, find all your courage and desire, and then bloom as only you, ever in all the history of the world, will.