I would like to think the Flower Guys, as my grand daughter calls them, are reintegrative, joining, rejoining the natural and the human into one fabric, human bodies with flower tops. This theme seeks me out from the initial "way into the flowering heart" of Sir Walter's loss of his son to thirty years later in all the Pennsylvania Dutch mythology of the flowering heart and now to these vessels. For as Ken says the Wabenaki believed that inviting the lost, fragmented, rejected and rejecting spirit into the family, honoring him, her or it with family titles, father, father-in-law, implicitly comforting them, clothing and reclothing them, and feeding them real food, which means the food of the soul so they do not have to eat the hearts of the enemies in ritual cannibalism or famine, giving them children to play with, brings them back from their cold into the warmth of the hearth and home and kin. from Pursing Gluskap. https://www.goodreads.com/
But more, and better, let the flower guys see that whenever two
people look into each other's faces the eyes of others are present, for there
is a trace of a third person present in every face we encounter. We exist
for each other as the start of breath starts speech in our throats and must
know that we are either in the process of damaging or protecting the
world. He who has conferred upon us the power to open or close
thousands of myriads of forces and worlds, has made us responsible for the
maintenance of this universe. He gave to man dominion of his hands.
This is the intimate trace of consciousness we awake in the public
nature of our words and language itself, turning every meeting between one
person and another into a meeting that must include the whole of humanity,
living and dead. It goes without saying that not one detail from any
moment at all is lost of our deeds, words and thoughts. Each one goes back to its
root to carry on in the height of heights, in the worlds and among the pure
superior lights.
