Scent of a flower tree

Scent
Of a flower tree
Morning mist
when all is still so quiet
Summer rain
Seeing a Lilac in bloom,
scent of it too..
Brings me back
to different times,
places
There is something
important
Something that makes my heart smile
Fulfills my body, my emotions

This sense of magic, freedom and wonder
It takes me to the long summer holidays
Walking around bare footed,
Surrounded by trees, flowers, fields
Planting Lilacs with my grandmother

🌱🌿🌺🌼

This All seems important,
Remembering the magic, freedom and wonder
In a life that has "obligations" to attend to.
And more and more I see that if I allow these inner importance's space, the more they live in the "obligations".

What inner states wakes in you?
What do you remember?
And would they be important for now?
If they are, can you allow them space by sensing, feeling, imagining, by thinking about them. For a moment or longer.
To invite, this
that you have known
early on ✨💖