My sisters and I have ravished the flower garden and
crushed the petals in a bucket.
This was a pleasant afternoon activity – making perfume.
Destructive energy can be female. You can’t make an
omelet Without breaking some eggs. And you can’t make
perfume
Without crushing some flowers.
Maybe making perfume is a child’s way of reconciling
what co-exists in the world.
Birth, growth, and death. Beauty and ugliness in all their
incarnations and disguises.
The mystery of flowers and the utility of fruits.
The lack of restraint that impedes future harvest.
The desire to ornament the self before its’ inevitable decay.
Let me linger awhile in that garden again, where the acts
of creation and destruction were one.
Creation and Destruction are One