FLOWERS FOR JOY

Anyone who is aware must surely agree, the world’s going through a multitude of radical upheavals on all levels. Everyone experiences it in their own unique way, according to priorities and perspective and individual circumstance.

Astrologically and personally, Saturn’s transit to Saturn colours the lens i’m looking through currently. Or i could say, an added ingredient of joyful colour is what’s needed and i feel a bit like a barometer.

Perhaps the planet’s passing through a purgatorial purge process of purification. Intensification of vibration bringing buried miasmas to the boil to burst like bubbles. Surveying the scene on the surface it certainly seems so.

As with any birth or rebirth on earth the waters burst forth first, and while the world burns for the new to be born, i’m just fiddling with words and language in a free-form verbal doodle as one might sing simply for the sound without it being a song, and anyway, what’s the difference between a doodle and a yodel?

And while it might sound like somebody who’s lost the plot, just take a look at the kind of world we’ve got, where words are widely wielded as weapons, while these ones don’t even have an axe to grind let alone a sharp point to put forward.

While worldwide we’re witnessing waves of weird weather, and psychic symptoms of surreal subjective superstition and seriousness as the subconscious surfaces to be seen, or something of that sort.

Which in part is why this possible post is taking a roundabout ramble of a route again to get to the point. Since the background story is too inwardly convoluted to elaborate without making it seem more so.

Whether it was the weather, Saturn, shock of progressive loss of teeth, and exposure to daunting and indigestible information, or EMF waves through a neighbouring wall, or all those and more, or creativity momentarily not flowing like it did before, i saw that fear is when an imagined self turns imagination against itself.

Whether there really is some dimensional shift occurring, not for want of people speaking of it with or without experience or integrity, and hopefully not some glitch, quirk, or aberration, while noticing some limitation on the relevance of the written word when attempting to describe it.

So, seeking some fresh input or inspiration and a change of colour range to play with, i took a short walk with a camera and meandered into the garden of a stately house to study the flowers in full bloom, knowing the flowering of positive change must begin from within for it to be self-evident without, as they are one and the same.

Pausing on a pebbled path, to gravitate, crouch, and compositionally contemplate closely, bright pink and magenta dahlias, and waiting for a pause from the breeze for focus, as both a bumble and the lens zoom in.

With intent to raise the vibe artistically on the chakra flower colour spectrum of my inner barometer when it comes to something to possibly paint, and after an overextended season or so of greys greens and browns. The medium is the message and the point of the post is in the pictures.

Discovering later, the flower lightly bears the popular name, ‘Happy Pink Wink’. Words which refer to something more than themselves, silently alive within itself, euphoric, peaceful, pure.

Friendly flower faces flutter,

a family of Happy Pink Wink.

Nodding telepathically,

one with the breeze. ~

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Martin Rainbowmaker