Oceanspray, an aptly named wild shrub of the Northwest coast, washes across bluffs and woods with its creamy, billowy clusters of flowers.

So flagrantly does it bloom, that its stems and leaves nearly disappear, enhancing the impression of wind-tossed spray. Because it is just blooming now at the new moon, I’ve decided to call this lunation the Oceanspray Moon–may it breathe a fresh tanginess into your life.

At first it blushes along pale pink stems. Then as each floret opens, the stems fade to a mellow white. To discover its fragrance, I must tickle my nose in its gentle midst. It has a delicate scent, like forgotten handkerchiefs found in my grandmother’s dresser drawers, still tinted with her perfume.

Fuzzy in full bloom, it is a soft summer illusion of sea spray tossed far into the woods and high above the beach.

I want to sleep on a bed of this whimsical plant, enveloped by a million tiny blooms. I would dream of elemental spirits and dance with fairies beneath the new moon, our heads encircled with wreaths of oceanspray.

CONTEMPLATIONS

• What illusions color your world?
• What tickles you?
• What fragrant memory wafts by you today?
• Have you seen any fairies lately?

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