The weather has been all over the place today, dashing from one type to the next, reminding itself of all the variations it can (and will have to) manage in the months ahead. There was warm sunshine brushing my skin in butter-yellow, followed by a sharp winter breeze dragging storm clouds in its wake. Their raindrop cargo fell in fast fits and sudden starts making the asphalt glisten in the returning sunshine. The glare was blinding and the grey sky smudged with the remnants of an almost rainbow.
I'd almost forgotten what a rainbow looked like. (credit)
As small as it was, that rainbow looked how the world smells right now: like life, like action, like…
Wet woodland and shivering green grass after a sudden sunshine-y shower.
My feet treading bare and brave on the green earth, hands pressed against bark that is mossy and damp as it crumbles beneath my fingers.
Days lounging on the hard ground, head pillowed on blankets or a human knee, discussing ritual and magic and why we're all here in the first place.
Standing in circle, seeing friends and fellows and fairy magic gathered all around us in certain celebration.
It smells of the tent and the sun-hot shadows it cast over us as we slept,
exhausted and exulted and Summer under our belts.
Of walking, of movement, of taking steps along a path that might
Image by lord-hellbunny @ deviantart.com
When I first began walking the Wheel I would never have guessed that my nose would be the thing to tell me when the season had truly turned, but gradually I have come to trust my olfactory sense more than any other.
I tend not to expect any true changes in energy or experience until my nose tickles with the scent of the new season. Only then do I allow myself to start feeling the excitement and pleasure that comes from feeling the turn of this timeless cycle. And only then will I start to take steps into that new season; moving myself forward instead of just dreaming and planning for what might be.
Right now, the world smells of Spring and so many wonderful days and wonderful things I’ve experienced and found that I am bursting with anticipation for more.
But I won’t let its succulent scent weave a spell of forgetfulness over me. I want to live the Spring of here and now, appreciating it and enjoying it in this moment, not losing myself in scents of the future or snifters of the past.
Outside four walls I walk swift and sure and scent Spring on a Winter breeze. It reminds me that life is so much more than all this. That work is hard but that life, life is free.