The Story

The Invitation

A crash came from the front room.

The cat had knocked over my vase. I shooed her away and, distracted, began gathering the mess.

Then something caught my eye.

The shape of a flower.

As I held the stem, a sensation arose.

A threshold.

An invitation.

Can I trust you?

I did not understand it, but I felt its presence. There was more here than I could name.

Then the question turned inward.

Could I trust myself?

I carried the flower to my camera.

That moment marked the beginning of a delicate exchange of guidance, trust, and wonder.