Remember this Rumi quote I shared a while back? “Flowers open every night across the sky, a breathing piece,
and sudden flame catching.”
Right now it’s perfect for what’s going on in Nairobi with the current explosion of Jacarandas in bloom. I love it, and how it looks like there’s purple fire in the branches and purple rain on the ground. (EDIT: yes, I know that technically this poem refers to the opening up of flowers at night but it just feels so apt for Jacarandas in bloom, ya get me? Yes? No?)
Having been feeling a little under the weather lately, I finally went to see the doctor after a few days of trying to grin and bear it/ heal naturally. The actual visit was less than pleasant– I had to get blood drawn out and for the first time EVER in my life, the nurse missed my vein at the first attempt and had to stab me with the gigantic needle TWICE. Like the whole time I was trying to be pleasant about it but honestly just wanted to cry like a baby. Whyyyy meee? Also it’s 2015. How come nobody has figured out a way to painlessly draw out blood at this point in time? Medical students/ doctors reading this– explain this to me. I had to walk around with pieces of cotton wool taped on each of my hands (but I think that people were nicer to me because of it.)
Anyway, the point to all of this was to tell you that, on my way back from the hospital, as I was lamenting the state of my arms, I realized just how beautiful these trees are, and how they’ve come alive in the city. And it took my breath away, really. I can’t stop staring out of the window to see one, and every time this happens I’m filled with the same old sense of delight. As a side, the equinox was a few days ago, and I’m wondering if that has anything to do with this? What do you guys think? And are you also in love with Jacaranda blooms, too, or is it just me? Let me kno!
Idk, I feel like I’ve associated blooming Jacaranda trees with Nairobi for as far back as I can remember. I know that they’re not unique, or indigenous to this city, but sometimes I think that Jacaranda blossoms are a love letter from Nairobi.