Motu has taught me the joy of sitting around flowers, at his level.
Not the sophisticated opportunities of being around a vase elegantly filled with hand-picked beauties, but the ‘son-of-the-soil’ types, where one barges into a blossoming flowerbed head-on, dislodging and dispersing fragrance in all directions…. Smelling leaves too, because everyone smells the flowers, duh!
So, as he sits amongst flowers, smack in the middle of them, trying to pass of as a daisy, … I linger nearby, sitting on grass, inhaling appreciatively, the subtle delicacy of sun in winter and the blessing of a playful pet, one who teaches through example, what it means to enjoy the ‘simple pleasures of life’.
One a day… In any way, shape or form!
Mornings are so beautiful!
Surrounded as one is
With pencils pens colours
Fallen flowers and leaves
Articles to read
It’s a gym for the mind and hands
Deciphering colour and form
Line and light
And of course,
The chai helps, so much!