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Laden with Lilacs

“The lilac branches are bowed under the weight of the flowers: blooming is hard, and the most important thing is – to bloom.― Yevgeny Zamyatin, “A Story About The Most Important Thing”

“Spring as always was in full bloom, the breeze laden with lilac, the brush flanking the path rustling with life.”― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

What lilacs lack in length, they make up in fragrance, in presence.
Bursting for only a short time but worth it.
Depth rather than length.
Brevity, reminding us to appreciate what and who we have while we do.
People. Places. Seasons.
Awake. Blooming. Life.
Notice, hold, be held.
While in it.
Gratitude over griping.
Beauty overflowing.

“True happiness is to enjoy the present, without anxious dependence upon the future, not to amuse ourselves with either hopes or fears but to rest satisfied with what we have, which is sufficient, for he that is so wants nothing. The greatest blessings of mankind are within us and within our reach. A wise man is content with his lot, whatever it may be, without wishing for what he has not.”― Seneca

Awash

“Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair…”― susan polis schutz

“Abundance is not something we acquire. It is something we tune into.” – Wayne Dyer

Spring has taken up residence.
Color, bloom, fragrance awash.
We have arrived and are in the midst of fruition.
Bursting at the seams.
Dive in.
The beauty, fresh air, flowers blooming in abundance.
Stick the landing of daily presence and gratitude.
These are the days.
Full bloom.

“Whatever we are waiting for – peace of mind, contentment, grace, the inner awareness of simple abundance – it will surely come to us, but only when we are ready to receive it with an open and grateful heart.” – Sarah Ban Breathnach

Long Thoughts

“The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn”― Ralph Waldo Emerson

“So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”― Herman Hesse, Bäume: Betrachtungen und Gedichte

Creation from an acorn, a pine cone, seed.
Shade from a tree.
Sanctuary in a forest.
Waking of souls.
Joy awakened.
Beauty flourishing.

“Things have a life of their own,” the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. “It’s simply a matter of waking up their souls.”― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

Spring Springing

“The soul is the greening life force of the flesh, for the body grows and prospers through her, just as the earth becomes fruitful when it is moistened. The soul humidifies the body so it does not dry out, just like the rain which soaks into the earth.”― Hildegard of Bingen

“O most honored Greening Force, You who roots in the Sun;
You who lights up, in shining serenity, within a wheel
that earthly excellence fails to comprehend.
You are enfolded
in the weaving of divine mysteries.
You redden like the dawn
and you burn: flame of the Sun.”
― Hildegard von Bingen, Holistic Healing

Rain yesterday.
Overnight, the leaves broke open in unison on my front tree.
Sun this morning.
Blue skies.
Fresh air.
Dew on the grass.
Spring unfolding, noticeably.
Gestation, bloom, formation.
The breath and brush of God.
The earth, the canvas.
Spring springing.

“Underneath all the texts, all the sacred psalms and canticles, these watery varieties of sounds and silences, terrifying, mysterious, whirling and sometimes gestating and gentle must somehow be felt in the pulse, ebb, and flow of the music that sings in me. My new song must float like a feather on the breath of God.”― Hildegard of Bingen

Once and Yes

“Life stands before me like an eternal spring with new and brilliant clothes.” – Carl Friedrich Gauss

“My favorite six letter word is
always
because it promises
so much.

My favorite five letter word is
never
because it insists on contradicting
the promise.

My favorite four letter word is
once
because it says it
happened then.

My favorite three letter word is
yes
because I’m just now learning
to say it
to my heart.

My favorite two letter word is
if
because it makes
all things possible
like this:

If not always
If not never
Then once.

Yes.”― Kate Dicamillo

May you enter open fields of joy and run with abandon.
Open to this day and all that is present before you.
We remember the extraordinary and live in the ordinary.
Mark this ordinary day be imprinted with your fingerprint, footprint, embrace.
Ordinary becoming extraordinary.
Feel the earth under your feet, the sky filled with blue and light above.
Make your answer “Yes!” to this day.
Love, be loved, enjoy the journey.

“If you have no intention of loving or being loved, the whole journey is pointless.”― Kate DiCamillo

May Day

“Every flower must grow through dirt” –Laurie Jean Sennott

“As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer.”― William Shakespeare

April is fickle.
May, there’s no turning back.
The threshold into spring, the cusp of summer days ahead, light and warm.
Soon full color, certain bloom.
Spring in full swing.
The faint scent of spring soon to be overwhelming.
Pay attention.
Do not miss the show.
A lift, an entering, a flow.
Cross the threshold.
Happy May Day.

“…I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists…” – John Geddes

Spring Unfolding into Harmony

“Did I live? The human world is like a vast musical instrument on which we play our individual part while simultaneously listening to the compositions of others in an effort to contribute to the whole. We don’t choose whether to engage, only how to; we either harmonize or create dissonance.” – Stephen Batchelor

“Nature thrives in its own special way – there is a time to begin, there is a time to wait and there is a time to let go and just watch the magical powers of nature unfolding the best it has to offer. ― Sanchita Pandey, Lessons from My Garden

Spring is unfolding slowly.
Rain to green up and brighten the world.
Soften the earth.
Color in the wings await to take front and center stage.
New life from dormancy and rest, precursor to bloom.
A symphony.
Enter the unfolding each day to lengthen the season.
Witness. Partake. Savor.
These days pass swiftly.
Pass through them awake.
Pause. Breath. Thrive.

“The sooner we let go of holding on, the sooner we can hold on to the beauty of what’s unfolding before us. Nothing was ever meant to stay the same forever.”― Julieanne O’Connor

Eastertide

“The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created spring.”— Bernard Williams

“The very first Easter taught us this: that life never ends and love never dies.” – Kate McGahan

Easter is the culmination and completion of the Lenten season and the beginning of Eastertide, the seven Sundays following referred to the “Season of the Spirit.” Beginnings and endings and all that resides in between, where we live daily, often looking backward and forward, missing the extraordinary in ordinary days.

The transition from winter to spring, with winter windchills returning yesterday to remind us that she’s not done yet. Transition and transformation are not done in one day but in a series of days held together, in seasons. The cusp of ending falling into beginning. Again and again.

Thresholds, waiting, hoping, dawn, resurrection. May you remain present and senses ablaze through each day of each season, passing through the doors to newness of life.

“Dawn and resurrection are synonymous. The reappearance of the light is the same as the survival of the soul.”— Victor Hugo

It’s Coming

“Every winter has its spring.” – H. Tuttle

“Wherever you are, be there totally.” – Eckhart Tolle

You have time.
Stop rushing.
Winter slows.
Slow down.
Be fully in this day.
Walk softly.
Enter rest, sabbath.
Spring is coming, soon, not quite yet.
Spring rains to soften.
Snow to swing through tomorrow.
Nature has her way.
Transition, transformation, spring.
It’s coming.

“You only have control over three things in your life-the thoughts you think, the images you visualise, and the actions you take.”― Jack Canfield

Winter to Summer, Back to Spring

“The bird dares to break the shell, then the shell breaks open and the bird can fly openly. This is the simplest principle of success. You dream, you dare and and you fly.”― Israelmore Ayivor

“She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing “yes” in the sky.”― Monique Duval

We’ve gone from 7+ feet of snow two weeks ago to 5 days of 80+ degrees.
Robins and red-winged blackbirds proclaim spring’s return, this week a slice of July.
Deep snow lingers still.
Temps dropping to 50s and rain tomorrow.
Snow on Sunday.
Back to spring 50s next week.
Seasons colliding, merging, dancing.
Polka. Waltz. Salsa.
Winter to summer and back again to spring.
Patterns of nature.
Up, down, all around.
Life on display.
Become part of the silence, the flow.
Your answer to what is right now, a resounding “Yes!”
Dream. Dare. Fly.

“In order to see birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence.”― Robert Lynd

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