It’s been eons I have been away from writing. Ok, may be not that long. Writing snippets for my Instagram posts took the better of my time. (Does that even count? Haha :)). But honestly we all did get caught up in the unforeseen, with this deadly pandemic. I hope everyone is holding up well. Today I feel inspired to write and share with you my readers, the beauty I have been witnessing all around in Stockholm. The seasons of Scandinavia have always elicited the artist in me, propelling me to get out there in the nature and create some memories to keep for a lifetime.
And if I am completely honest, this diversion is keeping me from constantly thinking about the trying times my friends and family are experiencing back home in India. I pray for everyone to get back the pink of their health and the spring of their lives very soon.
In my earlier posts I have expressed my thoughts on the enchanting autumns this place unfolds each year, and have also taken opportunities to share the winter experiences, but never got a chance to share what a garden Stockholm becomes during spring! I realized we were always travelling to other countries at this time of the year. Being in Sweden this year gives me a reason to explore more, with all the heart, the place where I live.
I have been taking a lot of spring walks during past couple of weeks, looking for some blooming trees and budding flowery corners. Up until 2 weeks ago, I didn’t find a single leaf of the trees (I live in Stockholm! It takes long for the weather to warm up :)) While the temperatures are still quite low, the city is starting to be blessed with some spring foliage.
Woah, that was a long break. I haven’t seen my lovely readers in a little over 2 months. Caught up in such whirlwind, pointing all fingers back at myself for this disappearing act, and having gobbled up high doses of guilt tablets (honestly!) , I’m now ecstatic about getting back to the thing I love doing the most – write about my experiences and sharing them with you! And what better time to find my resurrection than while I witness this gorgeous transformation of the nature turning from emerald to gold. Earth is peeling away a layer of its brilliance and green beauty, and emanating the glow of its fire within. Every leaf is a flower, cozying up to its own warmth, and in turn presenting a sight to behold.
Autumn in Sweden is such that I always fall short of names to aptly describe the colors that so delicately and beautifully unfold. Ochre, mustard, buff, amber, sienna, crimson and scarlet are a few that I feasted my eyes on this weekend, along with the familiar tones of yellow, gold, orange, red and brown. Every step in the woods, and on the little streets drawn out as a carpet studded with jewels, gifted our hearts with precious moments of joy and pleasure.
A Pearl, a Palanquin, a Vow, a Smile,
A Swan, a Seashell, or Soul of a child;
Source of a stream, Dew drops that gleam,
A Companion’s love, a Mirror reflection,
Pride of a truth, or Mother’s affection,
Astounding are Thy Myriad forms, PURITY,
What name can I offer thee?!
Elated as I am, BEHOLDING this Nature’s Splendor,
I sit by the window, in the streets I meander,
Gleefully watch My EARTH;
In a veil of WHITE
An embellished bride,
So pure as the DOVES of Aphrodite..
Walking on a bed of Jasmine,
Adorned in the wreath of SNOW
Countless wonders, in a single lifetime,
Will a man ever be fortunate to know!