Sunday, March 22, 2009
Unstoppable Spring
It's that thing that Nature does to me - like a powerful drug causing an instant peek behind the curtain that usually obscures everything - the thing that cracks solid granite boulders so that small green growing things, or tiny red mountain blossoms force the granite to move over to make room for them....it's that force of Nature thing...and it is called a "force" because it is...yes...well.. it is probably The most forceful energy on our planet.
Our backyard terraced garden is insisting on gently tearing through its messy, overgrown hairy shroud of Winter, showing off its tiny patches of tender pink ..green and soft risks ....because is it really time yet? Are any of us really sure if it is EVER time for growth? SNOWS MAY YET COME.
I am mesmerized by the sudden insistent appearance ...the soft but noisy bursting through...the demands that a garden silently verbalizes every day of a new Spring season:..."wake up" and ":see this?"..."here! take that you stolid human!" "When was the last time YOUR were this brave?" and of course the eternal: "Have you EVER been this gorgeous in YOUR life???"
I think I can safely say that I have NEVER BEEN AS BEAUTIFUL as that tree outside my home office window, which looks like it has just popped fresh corn all over its branch's...large fluffy puffs of curvy stuff, with the slightest possible tinge of pink infesting each branch with prettiness and femininity and froth...the tree effortlessly allows these pink puffs to enter through its dark bark and show the world it is a tree of a different color! Just when you thought it was a dead thing, it shocks into life again.
I am drunk with this day of warm, bird-singing early Spring vitality...and in a world where peoples' lives are snuffed out by casual accident, stupidity kills needlessly, and hatreds strut about with self-importance, it is good ( it is essential ) to be reminded of what is realler that all that....or if not realler, then at least righter.
In a world where tragedies are unstoppable it's good to know that beauty cannot be stopped either. For that alone, today makes me weep with relief.
Our backyard terraced garden is insisting on gently tearing through its messy, overgrown hairy shroud of Winter, showing off its tiny patches of tender pink ..green and soft risks ....because is it really time yet? Are any of us really sure if it is EVER time for growth? SNOWS MAY YET COME.
I am mesmerized by the sudden insistent appearance ...the soft but noisy bursting through...the demands that a garden silently verbalizes every day of a new Spring season:..."wake up" and ":see this?"..."here! take that you stolid human!" "When was the last time YOUR were this brave?" and of course the eternal: "Have you EVER been this gorgeous in YOUR life???"
I think I can safely say that I have NEVER BEEN AS BEAUTIFUL as that tree outside my home office window, which looks like it has just popped fresh corn all over its branch's...large fluffy puffs of curvy stuff, with the slightest possible tinge of pink infesting each branch with prettiness and femininity and froth...the tree effortlessly allows these pink puffs to enter through its dark bark and show the world it is a tree of a different color! Just when you thought it was a dead thing, it shocks into life again.
I am drunk with this day of warm, bird-singing early Spring vitality...and in a world where peoples' lives are snuffed out by casual accident, stupidity kills needlessly, and hatreds strut about with self-importance, it is good ( it is essential ) to be reminded of what is realler that all that....or if not realler, then at least righter.
In a world where tragedies are unstoppable it's good to know that beauty cannot be stopped either. For that alone, today makes me weep with relief.
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