The first orchids that ever floated into my consciousness were in the corsages of high school dances. I can still feel the belly sickness over a very real possibility of being overlooked, uninvited. And if someone did ask me, I worried, my date would not give me an orchid. Or it wouldn’t be as perfect as what the other girls received. Sad to say, when young, orchids equaled anxiety. Thankfully, I’ve outgrown most disquietudes, with the exception of the state of our world, and not having enough time to sit and think, to ponder, to write.
Orchids now fill a fair amount of my consciousness. Along with this series of writings for Marissa Bridge’s orchid paintings, visiting exhibits for a glimpse of the best specimens, a vital variety lines my window sills. Most miraculously flower in the deepest breath of winter, yet some bloom their heads off all year round.
Not a single young girl anticipating a broken heart was mentioned in reading about the symbols of orchids. There is plenty to be found on their beauty, their perfection, their portrayal of love, and because they originally grew only in remote and exotic places, their association with luxury. They also represent innocence and femininity, and full blown virility, the whole monty, the hermaphrodite. Most importantly, they serve as potent reminders, in spite of these anxious times, this is still a beautiful world.
Orchids grabbed my heart and held on tight with the first glimpse of one, the staggering beauty of the exotic bloom that from a young age made me actively seek them. I never went to a high school dance since I was far ahead of my time in that era beyond the thought of such things as I sought graduating high school early to escape the mundane and sophomoric ideals of the majority of my teen aged peer group.
I have always associated the orchid as a prime example of Mother Nature’s splendid artistry that certainly dissuaded the concept of the creator being a rigid, harsh being who did not embrace all kinds with a love of adornment, joy, playfulness and exotic beauty. What a superb gift for all of us on this little planet to have such splendor as the orchid, the fabulous paintings of Marissa and the beautiful thoughts to ponder that I love so much from you Stephanie!
Thank you so much, Dixie. Next week we will be half way through the series. Not sure what I will write about but am trusting something will come.
I look forward to the next in the series with eager anticipation!