Time smells like Peonies
Time smells like Peonies
2021 — 2022
I often dream about returning to the house where my grandparents lived. I hear the rhythmic sound of the clock, feel the coolness, and finally breathe out. I’m back home. The smell of peonies, the earth strewn with apples, the feeling of stopping and my existence. I sit and pick with a stick in the moist earth and merge with it. All landmarks are gone. There is no time anymore. I’m calm and feel the depth of the moment. I’m just living. I don’t need to close my eyes to be there, this is my place of power, it taught me to be.
Every place and thing «remembers» everything that happened to them and around them once. They soak up space like a sponge. They can heal, fill with strength and bring harm. People themselves choose what to fill them with, they can encrypt anything, any message, any experience and revelation. We just have to listen to the stories of the world and see where they will lead us. Who knows, maybe we can finally slow down and note that we have already come.