Can there be communication without language? 
Of course. 
Plants may not talk to us directly 
but their colors and shapes trigger an emotional response within us. 
Who hasn’t been cheered by a bright blossom 
or soothed by the cool greenness of tender foliage? 
When I see a fruit tree blossom I feel the promise of something ripe and edible forming in the near future. 
Creation communicates so much to us: the cycles of birth and death.
The concept of growth through something as tiny as a seed. 
Faith that we can survive, even in rocky soil. 
That we can flourish 
by reaching toward the heavens.
Photos © Sondra Sula.
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Due to the COVID-19 virus, I am advised to “shelter in place,” only leaving our home for necessities, like toilet paper, which has been absent from market shelves for weeks now.
The magnolia is stuck in the same position as I am. It can’t go anywhere.
This particular magnolia lives tucked into a tiny corner—it can only branch out in one direction.
But it can bloom. Right where it is. Cramped in its tiny space.
A look into its center shows its surprising complexity—perhaps it’s time to delve inside my center. To discover what constitutes the seed of who I am.
To realize I am blooming today. Right now.
This way, come what may, I have no regrets.
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