Though the skies have been cloudy and rain has been falling I am finding great beauty in the unfolding of springtime. Each rainfall seems to make the greens glow more brightly.
Leaves are beginning to emerge and I can see a haze of green across the pond. Soon it will be more than a haze. The neighbor’s forsythia bush on the far side of the pond has burst into vivid yellow blossom. It provides
A Little Brightness on a Cloudy Day
A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely hereA Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.— Emily Dickinson
Yesterday I managed to get in a walk between rain showers. Walking in the humid air I breathed in the scent of spring in the air. Do you ever just stop and feel gobsmacked with the miracle of life? As I ponder how the trees and living things survive our long winters and then slowly burst into full life again in the spring, it simply fills me with wonder. How can a landscape that was frozen and covered with white snow wake up and spring to life?
The landscapes, trees and lawns feel holy to me this time of year, like a sacrament, or a most precious gift. Every step I take I know I am walking on holy ground. How lucky we are to live amidst such beauty.
May you walk in beauty.
New leaves against stormy skies
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