On sacred timing, the Dogwood blossom, and a flower essence prepared at the threshold of Good Friday
The crystal bowl went under the tree before the sun was fully up.
That is the requirement of the sun-infusion method — that the blossoms float in the water while the light is still arriving, while the day is still becoming itself. On any other morning of the year, this would be a quiet act of attention, a practitioner meeting a plant at its hour. On Good Friday, it is something else. The stillness of that particular morning has a quality to it that is difficult to name and impossible to mistake. The world is holding something. You feel it before you remember why.