spring
Today has been a beautiful, wondrous, glorious spring day. Every blossom on every tree and bush and flower is in perfect bloom. The sun is shining. The birds are singing. The sky is blue and the clouds are breezing across the sky. Tonight, the peepers will be out.
It's one of those days when you think your heart might break from the euphoria. New life springing from once frozen ground. Spring has come insanely early this year. The magnolias are already in bloom. And this is the first time I have been at my parents' house for spring in 7 years. I want to look at everything. I want to see every new leaf and every forsythia blossom in perfect detail.
I feel grief for all the things I left behind in Mexico and fear that it might be the last springtime for somebody I love. But at the same time I feel heady, crazy joy.
It makes me want to go out and do good things in the world.
Here's a poem I came across today. It is by William Stafford.
You Reading This, Be Ready
Starting here, what do you want to remember? How sunlight creeps along a shining floor? What scent of old wood hovers, what softened sound from outside fills the air?
Will you ever bring a better gift to the world than the breathing respect that you carry wherever you go right now? Are you waiting for time to show you some better thoughts?
When you turn around, starting here, lift this new glimpse that you found; carry into the evening all that you want from this day. The interval you spent reading or hearing this, keep it for life.
What can anyone give you greater than now, starting here, right in this room, when you turn around?
It's one of those days when you think your heart might break from the euphoria. New life springing from once frozen ground. Spring has come insanely early this year. The magnolias are already in bloom. And this is the first time I have been at my parents' house for spring in 7 years. I want to look at everything. I want to see every new leaf and every forsythia blossom in perfect detail.
I feel grief for all the things I left behind in Mexico and fear that it might be the last springtime for somebody I love. But at the same time I feel heady, crazy joy.
It makes me want to go out and do good things in the world.
Here's a poem I came across today. It is by William Stafford.
You Reading This, Be Ready
Starting here, what do you want to remember? How sunlight creeps along a shining floor? What scent of old wood hovers, what softened sound from outside fills the air?
Will you ever bring a better gift to the world than the breathing respect that you carry wherever you go right now? Are you waiting for time to show you some better thoughts?
When you turn around, starting here, lift this new glimpse that you found; carry into the evening all that you want from this day. The interval you spent reading or hearing this, keep it for life.
What can anyone give you greater than now, starting here, right in this room, when you turn around?