Sunday, March 30, 2008
Walking down the quiet side streets in Victoria this time of year is a dream. The streets are lined with trees all in bloom. A sea of pink which will soon fall like snow over the sidewalks and alleyways. Not only is it beautiful to look at, but the soft sweet scent of the cherry blossoms stops me in my tracks as I breathe in deeply, mindfully. Sometimes you don't even have to leave the city to take in the beauty of the natural world.
It's days like this where I find myself keenly aware of my senses. I am grateful for them all. It reminds me of a wonderful scene in City of Angels where Meg Ryan describes the texture and taste of a pear as sugary sand. I couldn't get enough of pears after that, and I had never really even liked them before. A subtle shift in my awareness, and now I love pears. It's not just the taste that I love, but they have such a beautiful feminine shape.
It's so easy to go about our busy lives and not take notice of all the different sensory textures that weave together to enrich the tapestry of our days. There are so many magical things to behold, if only we remember to open ourselves up to them.