07/28/2026
Look who's turning me on these days...
Fireweed.
I've been wondering what it really means for a body to turn on.
When we feel safe...
our breath deepens.
Our hearts soften.
The world becomes more vivid.
Our senses grow sharper.
Colours more vibrant.
Birdsong more crystalline.
The fragrance of a meadow more intoxicating.
Wonder returns.
Perhaps "turned on" is simply another way of saying we've become available to life again.
Fireweed.
One of the first wildflowers to return after wildfire, it doesn't deny what has happened.
It simply begins again.
Apparently I've reached the age where wildflowers are what's turning me on.
Me and the bees.
In my defence... flowers are the reproductive organs of plants.
