I once stumbled upon a garden. Six flowers were found conversing with one another. As we lean in, we can hear them
reflecting on their lives. After all, they were once in full bloom, awaiting the inevitable ending that follows.
The wind will eventually pluck the petals, the seeds, and the leaves, carrying them toward alternate life forces and infinite
possibilities. They travel onward bearing the memory of past lives.
What if we looked at one another as if we were flowers? How might the world change if we chose to treat one another
with such delicacy?
This work is inspired by the recent passing of my mother, DeShaun Michelle, to colon cancer. As her daughter, I witnessed
my mother become delicate in her decline before she returned to the Earth. Her passing revealed to me how fragile we all
truly are. I believe that if every human remembered this shared tenderness and impermanence, kindness might come more
easily and widespread.