WHO SPILLED THE BEANS ?
There they were, lying in the middle of the pavement.
With a curious translucence, a glistening surface and a somewhat luminous underbelly; stark against their own shadows.
The angle of the suns rays enhanced this scene of sweet abandon.
A display of discarded jelly beans.
One that I probably wouldn’t have noticed had it not been for my train of thought beforehand.
A few hours earlier, I’d been admiring the colour palette of the collection of wrappers inside the box of Green & Blacks Tasting Collection that I’d been given for Christmas. The butterscotch and the ginger in particular.
When it came to my daily dose of fresh air, I walked around the park. And as I wandered, my mind wondered, back to the chocolates and the colours of their wrappers.
I wondered if the chocolates could be made in the same colour as the wrapper ?
I wondered if then, they might end up looking like jelly sweets ?
This thought reminded me of one of my clients who gifts a pack of jelly sweets with every pair of shoes.
Could they be in the shape of one their shoes ?
Bottega Veneta’s Puddle boot came to mind.
They certainly look the part and would be a great shape for a sweet.
A Jelly Boot ! Or a Jelly Welly ?
Either way, they’d be beautifully packaged.
SWEET ABANDON
I walked two laps of the park, leaving via the gate on the opposite side of the park and up the hill. As I reached the top and turned left on to Sydenham Hill, there they were.
The Jelly Beans.
The scene of sweet abandon.
Like a synchronous acknowledgement of my wandering wonderings.
Nietzsche said that “All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking.”
I’m not sure my train of thought was quite the level Nietzsche was referring to, but I do recommend finding a sense of joy in the ordinary.
I guess it didn’t really matter who spilled the beans, but being present enough to notice the scene.
And being present enough to be inspired by what’s around you.
“Awareness is like the sun. When it shines on things, they are transformed.”
: Thich Nhat Hanh.
