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The Perfect Moment |
 By Namana
On Tuesday there was a nice lightening storm that brought with it a good rain to wash the forest and plants clean of dust and pollen. On Wed, yesterday, I decided to cut some of my herbs as they were now so clean from the rain and at the perfect time of growth for collecting.
I first cut a nice bundle of rosemary from my old herb garden that I have allowed to go wild. I took the rosemary with me to my new formal herb garden to cut sage and lavender. It was a bright sunny day, the rain had washed the air so clean, it smelled extremely fresh as it only can after a lightening storm and good rain. I could smell the roses blooming nearby, the grass where it had been cut just before the rain and the sunshine, (yes it does smell).
While cutting the sage it began to cloud in again, as it had done the day before. I marveled at the multitude of bees that were enjoying the sage and lavender flowers. A soft sweet smelling breeze came up and I closed my eyes for a few moments and enjoyed its gentle caress.
When finished cutting the sage I started on the Spanish lavender, I wanted only the flowering stems so I was very careful and took my time. As I continued to collect the lavender flowers the sky became quite dark and the gentle breeze quickened to a changing wind. I began to hear thunder off in the distance and a few flashes brightened the sky. The air filled with the smell of brimstone and the energy of the approaching storm. I found myself wishing to be up at the lookout once again to see the lightening. Lightening storms are spectacular from the lookout, but I no longer work there. Then as I held a small bundle of lavender in my grasp, ready to cut, I drew in a deep breath filled with all of the wonderful scents around me. The spicy wild scent of the cut rosemary, the musky scent of the sage, the spicy sweet scent of the lavender, the ever so fresh and sweet scent of the warm air as well as the scent of brimstone brought on the quickening breeze, and I found myself lost in a long moment of revere, caught in time and space, in The Perfect Moment.
I was where I wanted to be, doing what I love doing, answerable to no one. I was caught in the moment, unmoving, enjoying, lost in time and space, not thinking just feeling and experiencing. Words do not describe it nearly well enough. How long I sat there holding that small bundle of lavender ready to cut I do not know, I was brought from my revere by a large raindrop hitting the end of my nose. I closed my eyes, took a very deep breath, drawing in the essence of everything around me and acknowledged the conclusion that I was right were I belonged and wanted to be.
The Perfect Moment, how often does once come alone? How often do we take time to honor and revere it? Or understand its meaning?
Later, after the storm had passed I lay out my herbal bounty and took some pictures to remind me to acknowledge my Perfect Moment
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