My affiliation with the cosmos continued to grow in meaning as life went on. At Eden Forest I saw a unique looking flower, one that stood out among the rest. My friend said that it was the cosmos flower. Later on, in solidifying my brand I realized the cosmos was my birth flower.
Yesterday morning, I saw a rosy maple moth by the door. It was bright pink, yellow, and quiet. I passed in and out of the house and she sat there still the entire day. I realize now that she was dying. I set her on a bed of flowers incase she wanted nectar to drink. I thank her for saying hello before she could say goodbye. What a wonderful way to go, by the flowers.