The wonderment of the season fills us with so much emotion. Colors do that. The tulips are inviting us to giggle. The redbud is leafing out now but he had us in rapture. The forsithia was one of the first to jiggle us free from the long winter--releasing us to shake out the blockages and breathe in the notion of rebirth.
But this particular Spring has other meaning for me. I feel particularly light and bouncy. Nothing seems to worry me too much.
Our country is in an odd stupor. Without critisizing (the other side) those who feel differently than I do ideologically, we seem to be at a critical cross road politically. Violence and differences in our approach defines the time. Other features of the day, such as the economy, the extent of environmental trepidation, our curious phase of cosmology as a species--by whatever name, we seem to be "churning" the belief systems, whether it be traditional religion or worship of a pervading Gaia spirit. I'm not particularly a 2012 follower, as in "the end of time," approach, but as we near the end of our president's first term, I do wonder about the next era to follow. But my point about that is that in this particular season, I'm not too concerned about what happens next. I'm so enjoying the dance.
Love is in the air. Facebook has so many of us reunited. There is certainly a down side to this whacky new means of connecting. One being that we need to take a break now and then and go revitalize with some natural vitamin D. Breathe the air. Take in a sunset. Get some exercise. But man, I love my Facebook. Chances are, if you're reading this, we exchange comments and photos and videos via the little boxes they make for us to do so. So I rejoice in the love which Facebook has enabled for me. It is every bit as precious to me as a fallen leave lined trail in the woods. It is on Facebook I walk hand in hand with so many friends and special acquaintances.
I'll keep this short enough that readers can swallow it as an appetizer and not feel too bloated. I hope you'll feel inclined to leave a comment or join us as a contributor. We've got room to accomodate everyone.
Beautifully put, Dubby...and what a precious rendition of Spring Song. Maybe as our generation moves into the autumn of our years, we come to appreciate the blessings of spring more than we ever could before.
ReplyDeleteI think you're right Jo. May I be so bold as to suggest you give us more thoughts on those things you've learned to appreciate and do it as the next entry on this humble blog? So many people will benefit by your sentiment, I'm sure...
ReplyDeleteI love reading this blog. It has helped me in my every day walk!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely compliment, wise man. Thank you from all of us.
ReplyDeleteAcually it is wise woman! hehe. Jo, I lost my son-in-law 1 1/2 yrs. ago when my daughter was 5 months pregnant with her 5th child. He was a Man of God, killed instantly 3 days after they bought a motorcycle. He had just been given his dream job at Central Bible College as Professor teaching Youth. It is a long story. At the same time my son was diagnosed with CANCER. SO ... Anyway I read this blog to get me through each day. Thaank you, Vicki
ReplyDeleteThank you for the correction, Vicki. I'm so sorry to hear of the tragic loss of your son-in-law, and your son's illness. My goodness, we've walked parallel paths in many respects. Maybe we can talk privately sometime.
ReplyDeleteI hope we can share with each other more about the lessons we learn from loss and the suffering of our children.
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To you, my Ruskin sister, a loving embrace.
Jo