5 lessons from tulips 🌷
Spring reminds us to just be + I like it when my tulips rot + new poetry 🌷
Tulips do not tinker with the outcome. They do not try and guess the right time. They trust, 6 inches deep in the soil, the sun will come. The ground will thaw, when they push past the mud there is rain for them. Tulips trust they are in the right conditions to bloom.
Tulips show me my pace is perfect. For each bloom in the garden there is another bunch pf petals, packed into each other, waiting to blossom. I think of how boring the garden would look if everything bloomed all at once.
They teach me to enjoy the joureny, all the bits along the way. I might learn that going slow doesn’t provide me with answers but it also doesn’t provide me with productivity. They teach me I do not need to be fixed. That our bloom is already beautiful.
I like it when my tulips are just past their prime. The translucent petals rotting off the stem. Dripping over my writing desk. I notice their yellow and curling edges, I am never sure when to throw my flowers away because even in their death and dying they remind me how much beauty is there. I notice the way their leaves curls and crips up asking for more water, unsure if I am supposed to refill the I leave tulips on my desk till they start to rot. Until I can smell their stems breaking apart in the water. Until I know that when I move them any semblance of structure will fall away at the gust of my hand reaching for their vase.
I like me best when I let myself be. In my brokeness. In my most unwhole In my splintered shards spilled across the table.
I like me when I let myself be. Rotting stem and falling petals
“The flower doesn’t dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.” - Mark Nepo.
Findings
A new poem/reading/performance for you. Crafted from things people (mostly men) have said to my human woman (alien?) face. 🌸
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Thank you all for being here
+ Many blessings to the tulip 💕
Big love
Phoebe 🌱
typos are left to reflect the fury passion and 3D humaness of being a passionate freak in the world – and you know not a robot *beep boop* I am just a human girlie living on earth with a mortal brain 🤸♀️(and also like, don’t be an ableist freak🥰)
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