Purple? Is Ma?
This image is full of dark purple and fresh green tones.
The flowers look firm; the petals overlap tightly, like keeping the story inside.
The long, slender trunk stands straight. Despite the background, it looks swaying like a non-stop wind.
If this picture is a widow
She must be a woman who's been through loss.
That dark purple is the sadness she once embraced.
But the green inserted in every molecule is life that continues to grow.
I see strength that doesn't have to shout.
Don't announce it to anyone.
It's to get up on a weekday morning.
Make your own coffee.
Home care
Take care of your heart, even though it's so heavy on some days.
The petals in the picture do not bloom as brightly as early age.
But it has weight, dimensions.
Like a woman passing hot through cold.
Her beauty is therefore not an innocent brilliance.
But the beauty of experience.
The stems that stand tightly are standing.
Despite having leaned on anyone
She leaned on herself today.
And that's a greater power than any love.
As a woman who looks at this picture,
I know we're not weak for crying.
We're not broken because we've ever lost.
We're still growing.
Still flowering.
Even to stand alone in a wide field.
A widow is not a woman lacking anything.
But a living woman.
And chose to use it boldly. 🌿
