Yesterday I felt the need to have peonies, they looked amazing in the flower market, all fresh, all new.
Only when my boyfriend tried to rationalise my choice and understand why I like so much these flowers that do not say anything to him I realised why I like them. This is what I see in them: a vivid process full of live of evolution. I am fascinated by step by step (very fast) bloosom, their scent makes me sourrender and their delicate nature is lost in opulence of whole flower.
Fragile and easy-going, they are in the same time heavy and with dignity. If they blosoom, and they all do almost, they do it totally, passionately, with the diffrent power and way of every flower.
I held them in my hands at church today, they were mature young flowers, yesterday babies.
It was Ascending of Christ Celebration. They represent also a kind of fulfilling of mission, and they blosoom together with this Orthodox Celebration.
For the firt time my ears heard in ceremony “we pray for liberty and dignity”.
Liberty of expressing oneself, I might complete, and lack of (self)judgement for it.
I am a peony: oriented towards action with fast result, hedonist, fragile in substance but with heavy appearance, vivid and passional. I am near other peonies.
I beleive in freedom of expression, in standing for oneself because nobody else will do it for you, I avoid clichees, prejudists. I look for essence in myself, where the sense of reality lies.
It is what I try to put in Second Skin Clothing.
Are we identified when we choose clothing as I am identified with my favorite flowers (this spring)? They are also always “fashionable”.