Just a bunch of flowers
I haven’t written a blog post in a while. It’s not that I haven’t been writing- hurried, uncensored scribbles still grace the pages of my journal, but nothing has been ‘put together’ enough to publish here. Academic writing must be done to deadline and the fear of marking almost takes the joy of writing away… Today I took a break from reading for my Indigenous cultures class and went out to my garden to pick some flowers. I felt the warmth of the early spring sun on my shoulders and drank in the sweet smell of freesias and lavender. Some of the flowers in my garden are old favourites, such as these, the kinds my mother used to grow. They remind me of good things passed down to me, that I choose to continue growing even today. Some are new favourites, Geraldton Wax and pink paper daisies. These remind me of the joy of discovering new things and the need to keep on learning and growing. My bouquet is a mix of the old and the new, beautifully arranged together and all familiar to me now.