Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.
~ Anne Sexton
There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside of them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself.
~ Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf
Hello!! And happy spring! It’s not exactly springlike in terms of temperature here (in the mid-20’s and frosty when I got up this morning), but it is bright, sunny, and the trees have their spring aura surrounding them. It’s almost as if you can see the energy building in them, the leaves ready to burst out from the buds that are forming.
I’ve been Away again, visiting with family. I can’t think of a better way to usher in spring than with family, especially with youngsters (some of my grandchildren) who celebrate pretty much every moment because every moment is new and worth celebrating. I saw on the news that we had another nor’easter here (our fourth) while we were Away. That same system brought us snow on the first day of spring in the Bogs (NE Ohio).
It was a wonderful and wonder-filled visit. M and I spent a lot of time with Little Wookie, taking him to a small waterpark at the hotel where we stayed. We had him with us for pretty much an entire day last Thursday. We played in the water (where, after three visits, he was no longer afraid of the water and had a grand time sliding down the small froggy slide), had lunch, took a nap in our hotel room, went out for quesadillas at a local Mexican restaurant, took a walk, then went back to his home where we played outside until dinner time. A huge flock of blackbirds filled the sky overhead while we were playing outside and he was so excited that I think I’m still feeling his enthusiasm.
Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.
~ Anne Sexton
After all the fun and excitement, it’s good to be home again and soaking in the peace, beauty, and silence here on the ranch. While out on my walk yesterday I got to wondering if my word for the year should have been Silence instead of Love. Then I stumbled across this poem:
It is in the last step that one finds
the unfathomable beginning;
it is in the aloneness that one
discovers himself never alone;
it is in the deep silence that one hears
the hidden music, the chant of eternity,
the whisper of Love.
~ Heather K. O’Hara
The poem reminded me that Love seems to encompass quite a few words and notions within it so there is no need for another idea, theme, or word.
Silence, though, has become a kind of theme for me here on the blog lately. I do write blog posts in my head from time to time, but haven’t been motivated to actually type them up. Like thoughts and clouds, the words gather and clear, sometimes getting blown about so much that I’m not sure what it was I wanted to write or say. And then there are things I’d like to tell you about but can’t seem to find words or thoughts to express them. (I suspect — but didn’t go back to check — that most of my blog posts lately have been a variation on this theme. I keep expecting I’ll have something to write about other than not feeling the desire to write, but it hasn’t happened yet.)
In more practical or corporeal news, spring is slow this year but there are plenty of signs that it’s here. The daffodils were blooming when I returned from my trip west and the peonies had popped up out of the ground. The Bradford pear tree has unopened buds on it that look as though they will flare open any minute now. I’ve been putting it off but will soon have to start mowing the grass. M did a little lawn mowing the other day just to make sure the mowers are primed and ready to go. He has also been out in what we call the small meadow mowing the brush with his new brush mower. Even though we no longer have to do that (since deciding not to renew the conservation agreement), we do want to keep that section of the property as a meadow. To do that will require occasional mowing. Otherwise, the trees will take over.
This morning there was a large flock of robins searching the front yard for breakfast. The bluebirds are still crazy about mirrors on the cars so M came up with covers for them to keep the car and truck clean. He even made extras for visitors. Bluebirds don’t just attack the bird in the mirror. They poop all over the car or truck while they’re at it.
I reckon that’s about it from the Wabi-Sabi Ranch on what has turned into another gray day after the hope of sunshine this morning. Thank you so much for stopping by and meandering a bit with me. It doesn’t look like there will be much of a sunset this evening. If that changes, I’ll meet you on the dock. Sunset is scheduled for 7:22 PM. I’ll be there about 10-15 minutes early so I can take a short walk on the beach.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂
A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy: 591) Flocks of robins greeting the early morning. 592) Carpets of flowers. 593) Buds on the trees. 594) The cheerful, nodding heads of the daffodils. 595) Time with family and friends.