The camas returns when the ground around it is cleared.
The camas flower is a small blue-violet wildflower native to the prairies of the Pacific Northwest.
For generations, camas prairies have been tended with fire by the Indigenous peoples of the Pacific Northwest. The burning clears what has crowded the land, making room for the bulbs beneath the soil to rise again.
Not because the flower was dead.
Because it needed space.
This is the image I keep returning to when I think about women and anger.
Your rage is not necessarily asking you to burn down your life.
It may be asking you to clear the ground.
To stop swallowing the truth.
To notice the boundary that was crossed.
To grieve what happened without immediately making it meaningful, forgivable, or easier for everyone else to hear.
To give the part of you that has been quietly burning somewhere safe enough to speak.
I have a half-day for that.

