The spring
and flower season is short in the Western Cape of South Africa.
A few hot
days and the bright and colorful flowers are gone. They vanished virtually overnight.
The burning bright desire in the fireworks of color turns into an abundance of seeds.
The curtain
has fallen on the carnival show which attracted the pollinators.
But hidden
in the grass the seeds are ready to fly into the unknown.
The dried-out
heads can no longer hold them. They must let go.
They must
release them and hand them over to the winds blowing at the beginning of
summer.
Observing
this, I can feel the energy between desire and release and the trust that new
life will be born.
