Kloncke

It was a little over one year ago when I announced to my friend Matt that I dislike flowers.  Flowers in general.  I believe I called them “too ostentatious.”  Heh.  Joke’s on me now, I guess.  This spring, the beauties at the meditation center (completely barren when I arrived; then a paradise a few weeks later) just sucked in all my attention like dainty little nuclear-strength vacuums.  This helped me to stay present, especially when meditation got hard.  This is my thanks to them.  Wassup, y’all.