flowers

Walking the long corridors of the hospital today I saw through the window that the terrace Roses were blooming, huge perfect roses in every color. I breathed in the roses and took that calmness into the rooms I entered.

Then this evening I went to a friend's Akido demonstration for his black belt, 21 years of practice. In the bright white room there were many bouquets of flowers, blues, pinks, yellows. In the midst of calm combat, sounds of feet moving and bodies, hands smacking the floor and the patient flowers. Life isn't so bad after all.