When my mom passed away, I would sense her through nature, especially when it came to rainbows and insanely out-of-this-world colorful sunrises and sunset skies. Last year, on her 9th death anniversary, when my family and I were celebrating, a little bird was making loud but beautiful chirping sounds right outside the home, and my oldest sister cried, 'That's mom.' I know that people who have had close ones pass away often experience similar feelings, which I can only try to describe. Last night was no exception. I was outside, transplanting nasturtium seedlings around my greenhouse, thinking about how this was the first step towards the Metaflorasis! art project. I don’t know what drew me to do this, as to be honest, I had so many other things that were of higher priority at the time, but something just told me to transplant them now. Right after I finished transplanting, the sky turned insanely pink and purple, and I couldn’t help but head to the Metaflorasis! flower field and just plop my butt on the ground and admire the sky and take in that beautiful fleeting moment.
Fuzzy image as I took a snapshot from a video of the nasturtium seedlings I had just finished transplanting.
