I can and do feel some of the ecstasy and magic of Spring around me. It does not matter what the human conditions of my life may be. I feel the Spring. I have chosen a few small images to represent a larger reality. Spring is all around us here. Yet despite the beauty of these times it is more around me than in me and of me.
I have already done one post on the coming of spring or the more emphatic “Spring”. Primavera the Spanish world calls it — the first greening for those who play with words in that language. There are springs when one’s own life is full of hope and promise and then those where one feels less in tune with the events of the year’s part in which one lives. The redbud has been through a very tough first full winter with us and I am able to empathize with its survival.
This season finds me feeling the cold of winter in my soul and darkening days in my mind. It finds me with the autumn weariness of long efforts making for weariness and the heat of Summer-like discomfort with the results of exertion. But in all this it is spring at leas and really looks like “Spring!” already in many places around me and I am working around nature’s renewal. I would like to hope and renew myself. But I am not sure I would find such an effort authentic.
Perhaps it is in the precarious and somewhat doomed existence of the wildflowers in the emerging lawn that I find my partner for this season. I hope not for although I admire them as well I am not much like them.
I wish all my readers a happy and worthy Spring may spring into your lives and souls in more ways than one. I will try to find one myself.