The flower moon

It’s Jasmine season in New Orleans. I go on long walks and observe her mystery. Bearing no discrimination when it comes to the climb. She tackles fences, homes, tombs.. and crawls for the sun. Jasmine’s aroma wafts through the air like a honeybee dancing in the wind while seeking her face. The star, holy holy, and all of her millions of sisters. A wink to shed and to rise. Hypnotic, entrancing, utterly alluring in every way.

She comes to remind us that a slow drawing from the earth takes time. Persistence she says, is worth the effort in the end. Because beginning as a short vine and cascading walls upon mountains into multiple stories to share your vibrancy, authenticity, form and face is legendary. Purely iconic. She teaches us that beauty is about perseverance and dedication. That no good comes with shortcuts and nothing meaningful is built quickly.

Taking time to face plant into her walls before season ends and another begins. Because like us all, jasmine blooms when she’s ready. Between those walls of time, there is nothing but green growth and worship of the sun. bless.