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The Blue Flower

Literature, Nature, Transcendence

Welcome to The Blue Flower!  The Blue Flower is a passion project of contemplative writing, an inspirational blog where I reflect on and synthesize observations, ideas, and experiences that heighten awareness, quicken the imagination, and fuel spiritual curiosity. The blue flower is a literary symbol, originating with German Romanticism, that represents a longing for beauty and the transcendent. You can learn more about the significance of the blue flower as a symbol in my "About" section.


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Marking Spring's Return

“Only a week ago, we woke to find the surrounding fields pale with frost and the edge of every leaf picked out in white. Today is one of...

Why We Need to Winter

"Life has been busy, and in the general rush of things,... vital fragments of my identity have been squeezed out. I have missed them,...

The Road to Take

“As I watched the seagulls, I thought, ‘That’s the road to take; find the absolute rhythm and follow it with absolute trust.” ~Nikos...

Outside the Machine

*This is the third in a series on Slowing Down. “Knock, knock, knock. Must, must, must. Must go, must sleep, must wake, must get up –...

Pull Up a Lawn Chair

*This is the second in a series on Slowing Down. “People are born and married, and live and die, in the midst of an uproar so frantic...

Invitation to Loiter

“I sit on my favourite rock, looking over the brook, to take time away from busy-ness, time to be. I’ve long since stopped feeling guilty...

Possess and Consume

“Frugality is one of the most beautiful and joyful words in the English language and yet one that we are culturally cut off from...

Wild and Free

“In short, all good things are wild and free.” ~Henry David Thoreau, “Walking” “That great cathedral space which was childhood.”...

Homecoming

“Whether it’s Mama’s house, Auntie’s front porch, Grandmama’s kitchen, or Sister’s cramped apartment, go back to the place where you are...

Ritual as Art

This is the second of a three-part series on Ritual and Tradition. “Music is cosmos in chaos.” ~Leonard Bernstein, conductor, composer,...

What the White Man Sees

“We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who...

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