Budding, unfolding, full-blooming...at home in a branch of a schefflera tree.
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Also known as Zephyranthes.
Zephyrus: god of the west wind. Anthos: flower.
"Who can open the door who does not reach for the latch?
Who can travel the miles who does not put one foot
in front of the other, all attentive to what presents itself continually?
Who will behold the inner chamber who has not observed
with admiration, even with rapture, the outer stone?
Well, there is time left --
fields everywhere invite you into them."
from Mary Oliver's West Wind
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
It was almost midnight. I received a phone call from a friend, "Get over here as soon as you can, the cereus is blooming!" I grabbed my camera and hurried to my friend's garden. The cactus was pregnant with buds and blooms. So delicate. So beautiful. Cycle of life exampled once again.
A few days later I had breakfast with another friend. We talked about my session with the night-bloomer. She was reminded of a poem by Thomas Merton.
Excerpt from Merton's Night-Flowering Cactus:
I neither show my truth nor conceal it
My innocence is described dimly
Only by divine gift
As a white cavern without explanation.
The last few lines told the story of that night:
Have you seen it? Then though my mirth has quickly ended
You live forever in its echo:
You will never be the same.
I saw. I will never be the same.
*post dedicated to Monica Dahl and Jane Worth.