Celebrating Spring

In my opinion, dogwoods are the loveliest flowering trees. I delight seeing them emerge from green buds into beautiful white flowers. It only takes a few days of warm, we’ve had plenty of those lately, and dogwoods are in full bloom. No matter what tragic news erupts; sad reports of another Covid-19 surge, another horrible mass shooting, record number of children crossing the border only to be crammed into inadequate shelters to endure more hardships in hope of a better life. But, when I am walking on the trail or in my neighborhood, I am thankful for the arrival of spring in all its glory. Life renewing in all its magical splendor. 

For Christians Easter symbolizes resurrection from death. We are able to comprehend the miracle of resurrection only if we see it in thousands of ways in spring time. No, the tragedies filling the airways are will not be silenced but spring offers hope. I am reminded of Julian of Norwich, who was on her deathbed at young age but miraculously recovered. All around her was death, the black plague was sweeping across Europe. Julian, an English anchoress saw misery and suffering from her window to the world. Yet, she was counselor and inspiration to all who came to her. Her writings are a treasure trove of inspiration. I happened across this quote that speaks to me:

“If there is anywhere on earth a lover of God who is always kept safe, I know nothing of it, for it was not shown to me. But this was shown: that in falling and rising again we are always kept in that same precious love.” https://www.ancient.eu/Julian_of_Norwich/

Joy in the spring

Deffodils planted around an Athens GA Chick-File.

by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed’and gazed’but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Lately as wintry days were draggiging on, I listened to my son’s suggestions to drive to Athens GA, about 40 mies away from our home to see the deffodils he noticed while buying lunch there on a work day. “It’s worth the drive”, he said. He was right, I left around 10 in the morning, still chilly and cloudy to arrive as lunch crowds were arriving at the busy Chick-file. I bought a chicken sandwich and coffee to keep my hands warm while I walked around the glowing deffodils fields all around the Chick-file. The golden flowers filled my eyes and my heart leaped in joy. I walked around and filled up on spring’s delight.