This is
post number 108 on 'MENO' (aka Wild YAM).
Over at MY TAKE that happened a couple of weeks back. I had not intended to do a written blog at
that point. But as mentioned before
(checkout the "filosofee" tag on the left there!), it all came upon
me like a veritable flood.
Bit like
the monsoon which has finally arrived and broken the pot-boiler, steam-room,
pressure-cooker weather that was here for a couple of weeks leading into
it. I know that in a few weeks there'll
be someone's voice crying out for the sun again (probably mine!), but right now
this is glorious. One is made to think
again of the importance of rain - the blessedness of it; the health and
spirit-lifting qualities of it. The
birds have been rejoicing, their calls coming clearer, brighter, sharper - I'd
swear I could hear them laughing.
Yesterday morning I stood and watched a pair of butterflies, (chocolate
velvet wings highlighted with electric blue 'eye' and edged in buff),
performing a ballet of such exquisite beauty, oblivious to me as they danced
around my head. Surely an expression of
relief.
Meanwhile,
the lads all tie their lunghi doubled up to knee-length and we lasses raise the
hems of our saris. I feel naked! How adapted I have become to the elegance and
demureness that is this most forgiving of dresses. It is easy to relate to the
period romances where excitement of the senses would come from the showing of
an ankle or the baring of a back. Oh my! How brazen the rest of the world has become.
I'll
leave you with that thought and a view of my window sill.
Catch a few more drops on Tuesday's post! (Which follows, Monday...)
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