63: Petrichor Therapy

4 Mar

Yesterday when I was on a walk, all my senses kept telling me was spring, I cannot take my eyes off you. The season turned sometime before I left for Bangalore, which was immediately picked up by our bodies. Our feet thirstily sought the respite of an open space in the quilt, which just a couple of days back were vehemently sealed from external intrusions by the cold. Sometime during the night, hot sweats made us push our blankets away, all when asleep. It didn’t feel necessary to seek the comfort of direct sunshine anymore. Our throats sponged cooler water more easily than warm water. Looking at ginger was off putting when tea time arrived. The cushioning of hearty wintry meals now felt heavier on our tummies. The changes were almost overnight, but so very subtle. Spring had made her grand entry, and we were all waiting.

The weather is fabulous as we speak. There’s a cool freshness in the air; everything around me is new, green, resplendent, and awake. Winter flowers and vegetables, while will be dearly missed, have made way for the months that lie ahead. They say the sun is significantly harsher during wintertime, but it feels otherwise now. The squirrels and birds around me now wait for that heady mix of shade, sun, warmth, and coolness to stretch out and relax. It’s in the air, it’s all around me, and my senses cannot have enough of this magic that’s spreading its sparkle within and beyond its reach.

I wait for the sun to travel further along its daily course, as it gets milder, softer, less prickly and overbearing. I wait, sometimes patiently, sometimes impatiently. Petrichor in part, is the fluid that traverses the veins of Gods, the Greeks say. And so the wait to indulge in its fullness, its richness, its vibrancy and depth, is hardly easy. When the sun’s out of the way, my water bucket’s full and with it, begins my (almost) daily ritual – watering my plants. The tranquillity, this meditation of sorts, is intoxicating as my surroundings brim with the experience I was thirsty for, waiting for.

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This moment, this time with my very crazy and moody babies is mine, and mine alone. There’s giving, taking, responding, and immense fulfilment. Sometimes I talk back. Sometimes I just sit and watch.

But mostly I’m just thankful.

There’s no better elixir than magic coursing through your being like it belongs there by default. :)

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2 Responses to “63: Petrichor Therapy”

  1. Carina Simeon March 4, 2017 at 2:04 PM #

    Namaskaram – reading all your postings I am still left a little bit confused – maybe I have, after all, missed something along the line because I do not know anymore WHERE you are now. I thought in Bangalore? Just enlighten me, please :) :) :)

    • Babushka March 4, 2017 at 6:59 PM #

      Hi Carina, namaste!
      I now live in Delhi, having moved from Bangalore, which I recently visited on a break late last month.
      Hope you’re well. :)

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