To Feel like a flower.
In light of the last two weeks, which were filled with violence, bombings, explosions, collapses, deaths, traumas; loss, loss of lives, loss of limbs, loss of homes, loss of loved ones, we can safely say, it is officially spring.
Spring has arrived amongst the turmoil and sadness. Flowers are blooming between surgeries and funerals. This weekend, this day, this moment, death is giving way to life and sadness to rebirth. It is finally time to stop, to look, to smell the glorious flowers that are blooming all around us. Our mortality has been shaken, threatened, challenged and taken. We are reminded again and again, with every tragedy, with every loss or accident, that we, as flesh and blood, are not a permanent fixture on this planet. We exist in time, in moments of beauty and stillness. At times we forget these moments, we forget our flesh, we forget our mortality and we forget to smell the flowers.
It is the essence of the minute, the living in the moment, the sound of the breath moving in and out of the body, that we are reminded of why we are alive, and the purpose of our being.
We at Clutch NY are taking this moment to remember all the victims of the Boston bombings, the explosion in West, Texas and the collapse of the factory in Bangladesh.
Today, this moment, we are smelling the flowers.