Nowruz when Spring gently knocks at the door baring the gift of light, illuminating the house and encouraging me to clean it meticulously.
I listen to the swallows’ early morning songs and the quiet opening of the hyacinth.
I set up the haft seen, the seven items of the altar. This year it is lavender, eggs, garlic, an apple, a silver plate, a candle and the poetry of Omar Khayyam and Hafez, showering us with their blessings.
You are cordially invited to our house to sit under the blooming jacaranda and listen to the gentle conversation of the violet, the pansy and the tulip. Believe me, they always have a lot of interesting things to say if you listen carefully.
Please come and come early, so that together we may dance amidst particles of light and smile at Khayyam and Hafez’s witty and eternal poetry.
Several flocks of ducks flew over the house this morning, going north to their summer dwellings.
I thought of counting them. There must have been more than 200 birds in each flock.
And then I came to my senses.
Why this need to count? To appropriate something by putting it into a category or a number? Why compare or count?
Let the birds fly north! Enjoy them as they are!
And most importantly, take in the beauty of their ways in silence just as they leave no traces in the sky.
Inspirations: Spring, morning sky and birds.
When a flower opens it means a heart
somewhere, is trembling after
a gesture, a passing gesture
of immense tenderness.
A small child
plays amidst light and shadows
— all is well.
Ayurveda inspired camomile infusion, wonderful for cleaning the body and clearing the mind.
I prepare it regularly, especially when there is a change in season as is the case now with Spring arriving in Mexico.
For four cups: fresh organic camomille (manzanilla), one teaspoon of cumin, one teaspoon of coriander seeds, a small piece of fresh ginger root and the juice of one lime (or lemon). Let it release its flavors and colors in hot water (boiled then cooled slightly, boiling water would burn the camomille flowers), then drink throughout the day.
Note: if you cannot find fresh organic camomile, use the dry variety just make sure it is of high quality.
Falling asleep, I close my eyes tightly wishing to wake up as a white cosmos flower.
Like the one I saw today, I will be most delicate and sway with laughter in a field of white and pink. I will turn towards the deep blue sky of autumn, and laugh some more as the sun warms me.
The cold wind will blow and I will flutter while it scatters my petals. I will then die knowing that after the winter months, I will come back as a delicate white cosmos flower swaying and laughing in the wind in an immense field under the deep blue sky.
Inspired by the change of season and simple natural beauty.