I've been thinking about the language of flowers for a few days now, trying to figure out exactly what that might be. I know that when I am in my garden and thoughts come to my mind, I often wonder if I had that thought, or if it was told to me by some other entity in my presence. For instance, when I notice that the tops of my peppers look a bit too tired, had the peppers just called out to me to inspect them, to ask me for help of some kind? Or was I simply observant in that moment? How much of what I choose to do out there is a result of my intelligence, or of some other, more intelligent, intelligence?
I love flowers. Their colors, their fragrance, their vigor, their healing properties, the way they dance on the wind and glisten in the rain. I smile while picking them to bring into the house and pop them in a vase, or hang them to dry, or crush them to clean the air I breathe. I talk to them, and they talk to me, but how?
Sometimes, when a haiku of mine is finished, I find I understand something more deeply, more simply. So of course, I thought to write a few haiku about this mystery. Alas, nothing came to me, and I feared I would not find anything to write about for this week’s creative garden challenge.
This morning I woke up to a slew of comments on my posts from @carolkean, whose comments could almost always hold their own as full published posts. In one of them, she provided a video of Ruth Stout. Curiously. I had heard of Ruth Stout from several disparate sources over the past few weeks, and here was yet another.
I decided to give this video a bit of my precious time, expecting to skim the thing as I usually do. Instead, I found the video absolutely riveting. This woman lived her life in the language of all things and I would love for you all to watch it.
Nature, if only we would let it, could teach us how to be free and loving beings.
can turn to a heartstone
with one glimpse of gold

This is my entry to Hive Garden Community's weekly creative garden challenge for which we were prompted to write about the language of flowers. Please come spend some time with us. Together, we can bring peace to the world and love to every heart.