Oh! It’s jacaranda season. I love the jacarandas. One day abracadabra And everywhere you lookThe most magical purple.But not for long.They’ll be gone. And hardly missedIn the summer hum.But somehow This feeling of knowing they will be gone?Oh, no.I know All the things bloom and fade.Fade and bloom.To everything there is a season blah blah blah.But it feels, and I don’t know why -More so with jacarandas. Intensified.

Maybe it’s the way the purple Looks different In different light - Different Against different backgrounds.Maybe it’s the way the purpleJust makes differentSo valuable.The way the changing hueIs changing just like you doAs you go From sky to walls.From meetings To hold my calls.Maybe it’s the wayThe changing colorMagically transforms you Into someone who walks aroundKnowing It’s not going to last.I’m not going to…. But then the beauty warns you Not to go there.Stay here In this fleeting now.Don’t dive into the never.This is the purple gazeThe ultimate spring days fever.

You can’t even pretend with the jacarandas. I mean a rose.Looks like it might last forever.A rose is a rose is a rose.And don’t get me wrong I love a rose. Have them growing in my own garden.But a jacaranda.Might be gone before you even finish Saying the word.

Jacaranda. Abracadabra.They cast their purple spell.Maybe the bloom and fade of these treesFeels so intense because of when it happens. In this tender moment As spring curves toward summer -This moment of shift.When the LA air is still cool.But the days are long.This yet that.As purple is.This yet that.Blue yet red.And maybe this year more than everIt’s that purple dream Of a life beyond red and blue.How we are all just So weary of that civil war.Which feels like it won’t fade.But will dig in - just root and root.As we try to un-ban the books.And yes.A jacaranda calls out to be read. And oh the story. Each one of these purple flowersOn a heros journey.We’re all just walking each other homeI feel like they whisper to one another As they flutter the - what? 10, 20 feet of air space.An odyssey.An odd a see an odd season.A changing season.How have I never noticed Until this yearThe jacaranda treesAre timed perfectly to Pride.Maybe because this is the year. We need the purple gaze.As we look towards a bloom and fade.Fade and bloom.

So I look to The lace of purple skirtOn the groundIts own beautiful thing.Maybe it’s going to be ok.Go ahead honey let go.The blooming and the letting go - all at once almost. It is time to be the change. Create the change. Create into the change. Go ahead do it.You are a jacaranda.Abracadabra!

xxInfinitely Yours, B

PS Abracadabra is from the Aramaic phrase avra kehdabra, meaning “I will create as I speak”. From three Hebrew words, ab (father), ben (son), and ruach acadosch (holy spirit). That’s right the father the son and the Holy Ghost - well before Christianity. I create as I speak. In the beginning there was the word. Reach out to me if you’d like to talk about how I can help you transform your creative life

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