Irises are the most astonishingly beautiful and attractive flowers. Whenever I see them I think of the story ‘Iris’ by Herman Hesse where he wrote this –
He had a great love for this flower and peering into it was his favourite pastime; sometimes he saw the delicate upright yellow members as a golden fence in a king’s garden, sometimes as a double row of beautiful dream trees untouched by any breeze, and between them, bright and interlaced with living veins as delicate as glass, ran the mysterious path to the interior. There at the back the cavern yawned hugely and the path between the golden trees lost itself infinitely deep in the unimaginable abysses, the violet vault arched royally above it and cast thin, magic shadows on the silent, expectant marvel. Anselm knew that this was the flower’s mouth, that behind the luxuriant yellow finery in the blue abyss lived her heart and thoughts, and that along this lovely shining path with its glassy veins her breath and dreams flowed to and fro.
oh, I loved that the first time I read it and it’s stayed with me for over forty years now.
Iris, in Greek mythology, was the messenger of the gods. Her symbol was the rainbow, which in many cultures is the symbol of hope. But her main role was in carrying messages from one to another. She connected the sea to the sky. She was a bridge builder (not literally but in terms of making connections).
When I thought of her role in facilitating connections I thought of flow, of the to and fro of communication and I thought how much do we need that now? In a time where politics has become more about hate than love, where there are calls for more walls when we need more bridges, when there are demands to close down, isolate and see the ‘other’ as an enemy or a competitor to be defeated.
Oh, how we need Iris, to open peoples’ hearts and minds and to facilitate communication between them.
How we need her, the idea of her, the energy of her, the meaning of her, to create mutually beneficial relationships between different peoples with different ideas, different world views. To make the case for constructive co-operation rather than destructive competition and division….
I am a long-time gardener and the iris is my favorite flower. They are deep, mysterious, and sexy. I collected them—reaching over 40 different colors and heights—until I could not keep up with the battle against the invasive grass my gardens. Iris season is just beginning in northern Colorado. I think I would like to photograph and post on Facebook some of my iris, perhaps with an interesting quote to go with each one. You have inspired me to try to rescue my iris. We could use some open hearts and minds, and some hope.
Fantastic Cynthia. I am absolutely delighted to have inspired you. That’s one of the reasons why I blog.
Go for it. Rescue your irises, enjoy them, delight in them, photograph them and let yourself be inspired by them. And, yes, share what you experience. What could be better?
Posted a photo on my Facebook page today. How can I share it with you?
I’ve sent you an email, Cynthia