I received another bunch of flowers after Valentine's day.
My dog Sweepy is so used to it by now.
But our pup Babur is excited and wants to tear the whole thing apart!
Inside were red roses and some white ones too . . .
I received them from a school in my community
where I facilitated a painting workshop
for more than 300 students in two days!
I know its madness but hey, I love madness!
The session with the pre-school kids yesterday (Feb.16) was special because I did an early workshop for a public school inside the prison compound the whole morning and I hurried home to do the workshop for the 80+ kids after. Being a hyperactive person I rarely realize my tiredness until I get home and I have to raise my feet up the walls of my bedroom to relax and ease myself before I take a shower and sleep . . .
Yes, my tired self sang all the way home!
You can see the workshop in my studio blog:
the 300+ kids HERE
and the pre-school 80+ kids HERE
Flowers and their wonderful memories do not die . . .
. . . they are gathered and preserved beside my bed and the altar
and in the deep recesses of my heart
to pluck during times when the world
does not seem to make sense . . .
. . . and your flower stories remind you that everything matters.
The senseless, the shameless,
and even the round core of the rose
that we somehow throw after gathering the petals
for those treasured potpourri.
Yes, everything matters.
And you all matter so much to me.
The nameless readers, the friends I made . . .
. . . especially those who stay
and become part of my flower stories . . .
you are forever etched in my mad heart ;-)
And for Denise who is now hosting Today's Flowers
and keeping the tradition alive . . .