Metamorphosis

A change of season. Winter fading to spring.  Change of light, change of shadow.  Leaves sprout, buds bloom, winged birds leave and others start to sing tremulous sweet songs of longing and the coming of summer. But before all that there was a driveway flush with colour. Sweet almond trees aflame and the wait for holi and its myriad colours. Had taken a break for  a bit.. emerging now. Like slow shedding of skin and gradual unfolding of a bud, a little new, freshly moulted a little wet, a little wary but hopeful.
Spring is about fresh beginnings and changing light and colour.
Amen to that.

Transformation

Getting back to blog after a longish break. Plenty has happened.  

Summer has very slowly changed to winter here for one.  These are the sweet days of the year, when it is chilly but not the biting kind of cold, not yet atleast.  The winds roll but not with the intensity of gales. The suns rays warm and benign  slant ever so little but not in an evasive kind of way.

It feels to good to be here like this.  A time for reinventing and reacquainting with life. Time to revisit my much neglected house and blog. Posting before and after pictures of  the living room, as it changes with the season from summer into winter.

Living room in Summer....transformed quiet simply by breaking up the sectional sofa, replacing the rug and shuffling the accessories  and art work around  little.

making the area a little cosier and more intimate for the winter.

This winter I am promising my self to rest and just be.  Turn inwards into meditative silences. Treat myself to more  solitary afternoons spent with books guzzling endless cups of tea.

Celebrate  the colours of the earth and skies, with  winter flowers fruits and berries.

Listen to music on long chilly evenings...... 

To all my blogging buddies out there,  enjoy this time to rest and restore, love and be loved. Do also  visit this  space again and have a wonderful season !

A pinch of Pink

                                 

pink    [pink] Pronunciation Key - noun, adjective, -er, -est.–noun

1.a color varying from light crimson to pale reddish purple.

2.any of several plants of the genus Dianthus, as the clove pink or carnation.

3.the flower of such a plant; carnation.

Come spring and pink dominates the mountainside. In Fuchsias, purples, almost crimson and magentas to peaches and softer pinks of the Bauhinia, Cherry blossom, Camellia, Azalea the gorgeous Magnolia and a bunch of flowers I've yet to know names for. Brown hopeless trees burst with a passion unknown to December- populating their branches with blooms of every shade possible in the family.       The profusion of blooms tells you Holi is near. A festival of colours and deeply etched memories of loved faces smeared in shocking-pink Gulal. For all my love of the colour, I've always been too chicken to surround my self with too much of it. In its vibrant, more pure shades, pink  dominates and  hogs a lot of attention. It is clearly a colour for the less faint hearted. Unable to resist, I  tend to use a little bit of pink around the house this time of the year, but in very small pinches...   In a heap of blossoms on my puja thali.   In a little bit of bougainvillea at  the feet of a stone Ganpati.    In a rose bowl at the feet of my beloved Buddha. With black .. lots and lots of black.  Blacks and earthy browns  tone and also enhance the richness of pink. Like lotuses set at the feet of a black marble shiv-linga,  a rosebud tucked into neatly braided tressess. With blue for they go hand in hand.  Pink swathed trees always come with a blue sky above. like a pink sari drying on a turquoise blue roof top in Jodhpur.   With Jade green,  reminiscent of chinese silk, jewel tones set againts lustrous pottery. In a tiny gravy pot on the book shelf.    With some more celadon green and evening tea for two.