Sunday
Apr262015

As It Is

By now - nothing should surprise me. I've studied and learned and practiced.
I should know to expect the unexpected....to embrace and accept it all.

As it is.

It's just snow. It will melt. The sun will shine. The flowers will continue to blossom and grow. Spring will come...and it will go.

They inspire me with their strength....their resilience...their color and beauty and light.
They remind me that I can...that we all can....that we need only to hold our heads up high and persevere.

Everything happens...as it should. There's always some sort of explanation...some sort of rhythm and reason and rhyme.

It's just snow. It will melt. It does every year.

Thursday
Apr232015

I'd Paint This

Sometimes - I imagine myself an oil painter. A master of color and composition and light.
Other times - I imagine myself a different place....an other life.

And then - there are more times when I imagine nothing better.

If I were that painter - I'd paint here.
If I could be anywhere  - I'd choose this.
Only because - it's beautiful just the way it is.

Tuesday
Apr212015

Like Breathing

After this long winter - I'd forgotten about the colors of spring. The soft reds....the pale greens....the warm golden glow of a longer day's light.

It's all changing.

At first - they appeared as mere distant white spots dotting the landscape.
At second - they were the formidable sound of their wings approaching.

Have you ever heard them?

Life force. Prana. The energy of power and strength and determined focus. They take my breath away.

I thought about the trees...and the landscape...and the changing color. I thought about the swans - here today and gone yesterday.
I wondered about this morning and where this finds me.

I listened to the sound of those beating wings. Almost meditative...calming...soothing. Like breathing. Like hearing.
Like feeling once and again for the first time.

And - the answers came.

I'm somewhere in a space that is no longer...and another that is not quite there yet.
That space in between.
Free. 

The budding and blossoming trees...the swans in flight...and me.