I first met Shawna Lemay though her blog, although it was a different blog than the blog she has now, a blog called Calm Things. Lemay writes about “grocery store flowers,” although I prefer the convenience store variety, how the tulip becomes an iris becomes a gerbera becomes and dahlia, and so on. The meaning a bit obscure to me-but when is Woolf ever not? Thinking about the way that a flower is always different as it blooms and then decays, and then turns into a different flower altogether. The collection’s title inspired by Woolf’s own diary, a line she wrote as she was writing, The Waves: “A lamp and a flower pot in the centre. It’s not a diary exactly, but it reads like one, the essays guided by the seasons. I’ve read it twice, a little at a time, as befits a collection of brief essays. The flowers were indeed always changing, but the book was the same, this book that came into my life in April, The Flower Can Always Be Changing, by Shawna Lemay, the week before the crocuses bloomed. What is there to fear? I’ve come to understand the souls is a flower with which to bless the world.” -”All Summer Long Flowers” A time to learn to be awake to the flowers within. And all winter long the path through the garden is inward. DecemThe flower can always be changing, by Shawna Lemay
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