I am having a love affair…with broken ends of Magnolia buds.
Everything about them carries me into a deep trance-like state.
The soft furry stem is what I would imagine a fawns ankle to feel like…thin, soft, hearty…spring. Next to it is a light brown edge that appears carved and deliberate, framed in a dark brown ridge that slowly blends into a perfectly dotted leather connected to a soft velvet of tan and green…life.
I get lost in this moment, treasuring this sacred gift from nature. Seeing the painting, the sculpture the watercolor in its detail. Remembering the gasp that came from my mouth when I first saw it laying in the grass, waiting to be loved and noticed.