I’ve had the amaryllis bulbs for three years now. They came to me at Christmas, gifts from my mom to be shared with my neighbour. The bulbs came in pretty boxes and needed only a pot and some soil, a sunny window, and a commitment to water once a week. My neighbour and I entered … More The Amaryllis, my teacher
Beauty comes to me as a love letter. Unfolding it, something enfolds me, and I cannot move past it. I am held by sight, sound and touch, sometimes even by a scent of something so lovely moving on is simply impossible. I must pause from whatever I am doing, wherever I am going. I must … More Is it not enough?
Ashur bought the biggest bouquet in the flower shop. Long-stem red roses, white carnations – it was spectacular. “That’s the one,” he said to me. “That’s the one I want to buy.” A few minutes earlier, as I waited for Ashur to arrive I’d also bought a bouquet, a more diminutive spray of Gerber Daisies. … More Ashur’s Roses