How our souls yearn for spring, for the sweetness of it, the rebirth of green and the feeling that no matter how hard the winter was, we endured it. We are finally rewarded with the chance to start afresh…
Our dreams are renewed in spring; we feel like anything is possible. The vitality of life runs through our veins again, just as the sap flows in the trees.
My heart drifts back to sweet memories of spring, accompanying my dad to the sugar bush, snow still on the ground, but the sun promising the coming warmth of summer. And hauling a big tin of maple syrup home, feeling the abundance that the Earth had provided. Even as a kid I appreciated it, the sweetness of this simple annual ritual with my father.
Our backyard boasted both a cherry and an apple tree. One would flower pink, the other white. I loved walking way down to the end of the yard, simply to admire the beautiful blossoms and breathe in their intoxicating, delicate scent.
Much later in adulthood, I discovered travel stories of Japan, and now my soul yearns to visit a place where the cherry blossom is revered and celebrated. Some day I will, paying homage to girlhood memories, springtime, my father, and the beauty of life, which ideally we should celebrate every day.
But oh, how it feels easier to celebrate that beauty in springtime!
“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” ~ Albert Camus
Trill
As birds can transcend the ground and fly towards the heavens, they have been revered in various cultures (particularly indigenous) as messengers between deity and man. What a lovely and comforting thought, that feathered spirits with wings of angels communicate with us here on Earth.
Modern research grounded in this physical world has apparently revealed the positive effects of bird song. Their music allows us to relax, refocus, and center ourselves in what is natural and real. For my part, I remember the way my spirit lifted with the arrival of springtime and the sound of the first robin’s call. My heart sang along with it.
Nature speaks a language that we understand when we calm our minds and enter a state of presence in the moment. Our hearts assimilate the messages, and our souls feel great joy in them.
Pulsing
Sweet zephyr riffles
elegant emerald fronds,
echoes river ripples.
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Loved this one!! Henry’s son lives in Japan and we have wanted to go see him in the spring to the see the cherry blossoms. We would have gone this year had we not been entangled with house stuff. Maybe next year!! Hope to see you soon….. will keep in touch. R
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Thank you, Rita. 🙂
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Loved this line, “But oh, how it feels easier to celebrate that beauty in springtime!” So true! And the memory with your dad? Beautiful, Susan!
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Thanks, Wynne. Happy spring to you and your family. 🙂
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Your memories of spring are beautiful Susan. Visiting the sugar bush in March was something we often did when the kids were young.
How lovely that this beautiful season of resurgence evokes wonderful memories for you. 💕
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Thank you, Alegria. I miss my dad greatly. So sorry for the delay in reply. I’ve been stuck in plumbing hell, and I still owe you an email. It’s coming! 🙂
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You’re most welcome my friend. No rush, take your time. We chat as time allows. Hope it all works out well for you with the plumbing. 🤗💕
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