Droplets of pure white among bold jungle greens. This week I repeatedly heard the Ikebana Sensei say ‘jungle’ then again it could all have been in my head. It made sense though, I believe she was referring to the large jungle-esque leaf we were playing with. The after school Friday peace rituals of placing and re-placing these flowers until they look their prettiest has become a wonder of day dreaming for me. You day dream while you arrange and you day dream about arranging. Watching others grasp a perfect slot between countless attempts of ‘this way and that’ is really very satisfying. Finding your own slot is an un-beatable feeling of satisfaction.
I used to think sport was my only way, my only hobby, but this art of flower arranging is just as effective for releasing those knots of tension in your body, and a good bit less sweaty. It is just as good as a hot bath too.