There is so much sun in Colorado. I am out in the sun, walking toward mountains. The path winds around lazy sprays of lavender that give off a powdery scent, like memories. I grab a sprig and squeeze it in my palm. It is pleasant accompaniment as I head toward a giggling stand of sunflowers* nodding in the breeze.
Sunflowers don’t really track the arc of the sun, as commonly believed. In fact, they often face east, away from the setting sun, looking back on the sun that brought their day into focus. Ready for the next. Present and tall in their conviction that this very spot of earth is where they belong.
I metabolize the sun and fan my petals the same. Sure of the spot where I stand, as I keep an eye on the East that brought my day into focus.
*Dä nukhä in Otomi (“Big flower that looks at the sun god”), the sunflower is a native American flower that has traditionally been related to solar worship and warfare — reportedly aphrodisiac, as well. Nature, love and war intertwined, again.