Blossom

Perhaps the title may inspire one to consider the show from the 90's and inspire you to wear your favorite floral hat. By all means, let your inner blossom out if the spirit is moving you. Unfortunately I have another direction with this. Currently I am sitting in my friend Tom's 2-bedroom flat in the heart of Baker St. in London. I spent the day walking through the area and a few hours in the nearby Regent's Park. Flowers were in full bloom everywhere showing off their vibrant contributions to this world. Even the sky appeared to be a brighter shade of blue. My favorite tree hung solemnly near the canals, the weeping willow tree. Growing up in Minnesota a long, long time ago, I can remember one situated in our front lawn. My brother and I would play on it's branches daily and swing and call out in our best Tarzan impersonations. Then the movie My Girl offered another thought provoking approach to my precious weeping willow tree which tied in directly to some experiences of death of which I could identify with completely. They have always been a part of me somehow.

To end my perfect day, I sat at the Garden Cafe in the middle of the park and decided to taste the British version of a Bloody Mary. I watched him pour in the Lea and Perrins and I just knew it would be tasty. Fresh celery added and it was all mine. Although it was a completely different taste, I paired it with a cream and preserve filled scone. Sitting outside in the fresh air--humidity free, thank goodness! I basked in the warmth of the sun but was quickly cooled by the brisk breeze that perfectly balanced the weather today. Not too hot, not too cold...perfect.

So why did I choose blossom? Maybe you think it is the flowers. But overall, the feeling I have had in the recent weeks is just a sense of blossoming. My essence is evolving into a flower unseen to this world so far. It's scent will soon fill the nostrils of the world around me. I can't wait.