Poppies

Today I succeeded in getting out of the house and completing day 2 of couch to 5k.  Last night I also had the most amazing yoga class with Kristine summers at City Centered Yoga and then dinner at Mazza together.  She is a dear friend to me. 

I really got out of my head and noticed beauty everywhere.  Suzie was with me, I saw through her eyes.

The poppies enchant me and spellbind me.  The open blooms are deliciously orange and the texture is paper-mache, the paper used for piñata…  Sparsely bloomed, most were still incubating in pods housing energy on the brink of expansion.  The energy field in the fenced in 6x4 garden plot, revitalizing and epiphany inducing.  What was dormant through the winter, what had died last season was reborn.  I witness the rebirth and am aware that rebirth is not a myth.  I see my mother’s spirit peeking out from the blooms, enlivening the blooms; the joy that is the bloom. 

My mom watched with me...  peering out at passersby: a gardening woman with silvery hair, physically fit and immersed in her occupation, a garage sale across the street with sellers and buyers casual, at ease, the 15^th and 15^th -crowd, patio seating filled with various peeps, of a range of ages, college age dude on his patio drinking coffee.  I smiled at all these.  Sporting a cheese-eating grin, not for them, just emanating from me.  I smiled because of the sunlight filtering through leaves and flowers.  Few to zero returned my smile, I detected some puzzled expressions, but mostly blank.  I reached my duplex and climbed the stairs, I reached to remove my sunhat, and found I had also been sporting a double decker cowboy hat.  Charlotte had subtly placed her hat on mine while I was talking to her friend’s dad.