Each year this smell is a trigger for happiness. I know that when I run this morning, as I head off the main roads and into the suburb of Sundowner, that the smell of Jasmine will fill the air. By this time, I'll be in 'the zone', I'll have relaxed into a comfortable pace, the sun will be smiling down on my bare arms and legs, my music will be pumping, my body will be sweating, I'll breathe in the glorious smell of the Jasmine - and smile.
The smell takes me back to the start of each Spring - to last year, and the year before, sitting at my computer blogging about this same Spring feeling. To my childhood, loving the smell of Jasmine, picking the flowers and putting them in water in my room - and waking up with an intense headache because that scent is just so overpowering.
I'm excited about Spring, although there is some sadness in me. I can't share this excitement with the person I have shared it with for the past 12 years, and as with any good thing, there's always sadness when you can no longer share those good things with the person you love. However, as we move out of winter, away from the cold, and the starkness of the land, towards growth and change and life, I realise that I'm content with where I am right now. I'm not pushing for something new (although I do feel the faint ripples of restlessness surfacing every now and then). I'm ok to spend time adapting to the changes in my life. I've learnt to love time on my own - to cherish it. I've also learnt to take the sadness that rises up to grip my heart and, depending on what is happening at the time, either acknowledge it and allow myself to feel it, or else to tuck it away and move on. It's all good...
...and it's time for me to hit the road, with my head held high as I breathe in the delights of Spring.
xoxo
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