Purple Gaze

Abacadabra Jacaranda

Oh!
It’s jacaranda season.
I love the jacarandas.
One day abracadabra
And everywhere you look
The most magical purple.
But not for long.
They’ll be gone.
And hardly missed
In 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 purple
Just makes different
So valuable.
The way the changing hue
Is changing just like you do
As you go
From sky to walls.
From meetings
To hold my calls.

Maybe it’s the way
The changing color
Magically transforms you
Into someone who walks around
Knowing
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 gaze
The 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 trees
Feels 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 ever
It’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 flowers
On a heros journey.
We’re all just walking each other home
I 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 year
The jacaranda trees
Are 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 skirt
On the ground
Its 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!

xx
Infinitely 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.

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