Irises are my favorite of all flowers. A beautiful thing about irises is you always know when you are looking at one and yet they are all different and express themselves in their own unique way. What if humans learned to do that truly? To be beautiful? To love themselves and be free to bloom with all the markings, colors, and beauty possible? Would we still question and hurt one another with judgements and stories for being our unique selves? Would we fight for our place in the garden or just be?