21st September 2024, northern hemisphere of the planet; San Diego, Venezuela... No, it's not a lot of geographic data, no. It's just the characteristics of a relatively new celebration that is starting to catch on in the culture of this part of the world. And this last specific fact is too important... You see, normally the celebration with yellow flowers takes place in Latin America but, specifically in South America, in the southern hemisphere...
It's only in September that the different seasons in both hemispheres begin to change. In the south, spring begins, while in the north (everything above the equator) the autumn-winter period begins. Simply put, half of the world starts to get colder and the nights start to get longer than the days, and in the other half, just the opposite happens... The cold gives way to warmth, and the fields begin to bloom and the sun begins to shine brightly.
An explanation of the Earth's rotation was necessary to set the background for what it means to receive yellow flowers on an ordinary day like today. But beyond mere symbolism, the beautiful thing is how we are beginning to normalise truly beautiful rituals. Even if they are not typical of our culture or of our historical moment. This shows that, although it may seem crazy, we are more interconnected than we thought. This gives me the opportunity to start with the simile between what a woman aspires to and what her society is capable of providing her with.
As for me, without having asked for anything at all, and without having any expectations, I must say that I greatly appreciate the gesture and that I think it is very appropriate and touching. Receiving affection, closeness and warmth from people you love and respect but also from those you do not know, is as rewarding as seeing the kind and powerful side of the same community that is able to point an accusing finger at even a girl if she buys condoms in a pharmacy by herself, or if she is a single mother who does not accept to be vilified by any man?
Naturally, the connections between the two sides of the same phenomenon are not exactly clear and unmistakable, but being the object of respect, care, kindness and pampering is something I find hard to accept. I grew up defensive and life has made me who I am. For better or worse, but ask is me.... Still, surprises, like receiving yellow flowers, touched me. In my 32 years, this has never happened to me outside of close relationships (family, friends, romantic partners). Strangely enough, it's the first time... And as such, it was a bit rough to accept it, but the sensation fascinated me.
I apologise, in advance, I had too long without uploading something here on 
