If i slowed down to ‘the speed of the flower mind’, synchronising with the trajectory of the sun, becoming heliotropic – like the poppy’s head – I could cover my skin with plant shaped tattoos. Here – a jasmine tendril.
My friend Gretchen has a rambling jasmine planted outside her yoga centre in Totnes and the shadows it casts on the ‘frosted’ glass have always softened me – I use it to be ‘undone’ by, to succumb to, the passing of time during a class visible, like a sundial.
Gretchen also makes the most exquisite flower malas for the Ganesha at the centre. Here, blue and pink hyacinths threaded on, with a saturation of colour that only flowers seem to be able to provide, so radiant with life force.
Easter Sunday, Sai Baba departs