Confessions of a Kashmirican

This month has been a real whirlwind for me - physically, mentally and emotionally. Change is in the air, and I’ve been getting swept up in it from the start. Right now though, I’m in the eye of the storm. And it’s amazingly calm, in spite of the surrounding chaos... I don’t know how the rest of the year will play out, but for now I don’t mind resting here. *** I got the chance to take a few pictures of our first few blossoms earlier, just before the rain started to fall. Flowers fascinate me, from the wide range of colors and textures to the mixture of aromas in the air. Every spring I look forward to seeing the new blossoms in our backyard garden, and so I try to capture their beauty through my phone camera. I’ve been told in the past that my pictures look professional and that I should consider getting paid for it - but I’m not really into it for that. It’s just a hobby I happen to enjoy, it makes me feel good. 😌 I just hope the rain doesn’t destroy our blossoms again...

There’s a light flurry of snow swirling down from the overcast sky right now. This snowfall adds a strangely beautiful contrast to the blossoms and buds I see, and its quiet descent mingles with the sweet birdsong in the air. It feels as soft as gentle rain. I recall how snow can be a blessing. I also recall being told how there was still snow on the ground when my siblings and I were born. Even though I love spring, there seems to be a connection between gentle snowfall and peace in my mind as well. What I see outside today reminds me of the calm and stillness of the Divine in the form of Lord Shiva. It’s been a while since I last felt this peaceful - I don’t feel lonely at all. I’m okay with keeping myself company. I don’t need anything else. It’s a beautiful meditation. Thank you for this moment.