June 15, 2006
When I stare into a peony, I imagine myself small enough to crawl amongst the petals. I climb into the middle, pushing and pulling silky pink petals higher than my head. I bounce up and down to make the flower sway. I run and slide through secret paths of changing colour, shaking my head to let the pollen fall from my hair. I breathe in scent, letting living flower energy vibrate through me, my own human smell mixing with damp plant smell. I curl my body into a comfy spot for a nap, here, in the very center. Petals hold me close. Wind sways the stem but the sepals are strong. I am safe. The light glows pink and red, sunshine filtered through ragged petal edges. This is a time for sleeping, for dreaming, for praying. As my body relaxes, feelings seep from deep inside me. Nestled amongst the petals, I am not afraid. On a rainy day in June, when the peonies have opened to their fullest, I hide myself inside a flower.
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