Since Iris is the Greek goddess for the Messenger of Love, her sacred flower is considered the symbol of communication and messages. Greek men would often plant an iris on the graves of their beloved women as a tribute to the goddess Iris, whose duty it was to take the souls of women to the Elysian fields.
~ Hana No Monogatari: The Stories of Flowers
Everything in the universe has a rhythm, everything dances.
~ Maya Angelou
I had this post scheduled before I heard of the death of Maya Angelou. I was going to change things around a bit, but then decided to leave it pretty much as is, letting the irises be a tribute to her. Some of her wise words have guided me through my adulthood, my womanhood. Thank you, Dr. Angelou.
Today’s joys: A sweatfest of a workout this morning (kettlebell madness!); rain for the gardens; the beautiful irises; another good share of vegetables from the CSA (today’s share includes spinach, arugula, salad turnips, strawberries, and bok choy); love in all of its forms; wise women sharing wise words. May we learn to cherish and honor them.