Harebell (Scottish Bluebell), banks of the River Spey.
On a hot afternoon this week, with the grasses and harebells blowing wildly in the strong wind.
“Learn the alchemy true Human Beings know; the moment you accept what troubles you’ve been given, the door will open.
Welcome difficulty as a familiar comrade. Joke with torment brought by the Friend.
Sorrows are the rags of old clothes and jackets that serve to cover, then are taken off.
That undressing, and the naked body underneath, is the sweetness that comes after grief.”
– Rumi, The Glance: Songs of Soul-Meeting translated by Coleman Barks.