8.20 pink mist in strawberry canyon last week or so ago i dropped bobby at the bart in north berkeley and went up to the gardens above the university, winding up through strawberry canyon and paying to park for three hours, thinking surely that would be enough. barely, as i was mesmerized by flowers from all over the world, turkish oregano and madagascar periwinkle, slovenian heather and clematis from tuscany, wild jasmine from france. and then i happened by something soft, bluish lavender pink, and my breath stopped and my heart pounded, almost tears, a meadow flower from switzerland. i felt my soul stir with some old memory, or my cells resonating with the essence lifting off the blossoms? maybe a message from the alps, calling me back someplace i never knew i’d been
Posted on: Tue, 20 Aug 2013 14:41:08 +0000