Where is that giggling bounding joy? The one that comes each day of the greening. Pause…inhale…discern…locate… Each new scent. Each new sound. Closing my eyes, following and searching, grinning, opening eyes wide in Joyful Passion filled abandon having located its source.
Where does it hide in the winter?
OH! There it is….
It’s also smelling basil, though I cannot post that one this morning, it got frosted over night on the windowsill! Shhh…ignore that part…imagine bright green and very large basil leaves, radiating light through leaves, creamy denseness upon fingertips…fingertips across lips and inhaled mmmm nothing like it.
I think for me, knowing passion comes more easily with each new sight and sound of the growing season, it is still to be had in Winter, I just need to pay more attention and rummage a bit!