Spring makes everything better. The soft breeze, the gathering sunshine, and most especially, the spring flowers peeking out. We cherish the tiny crocus, snowdrops, violets, and so many other delicate little beauties who appear ever so briefly to lift the heart. Braving cold rain, late snow, even mud, they bridge the gap between stark winter and the sweet riot of summer. Every sighting feels special, a secret pleasure we tuck carefully in the pocket of our heart, grateful for the blessing.
Some days life feels pretty dark. It’s cold, rainy, raw. It’s easy to feel displaced, like everything is wrong. At those times, we remember to look for the spring flowers. Sometimes all we can find is a little green sprig, just the tip, poking through the mud. We can still take a moment to treasure it.
Sometimes we can’t see anything. Some days are all winter; there is no green to be seen, no matter how hard we look. The world will not always pony up the good stuff. We have to look into the pocket of our hearts, to what we have tucked away.
Our dance time is a Spring Flower. Rhythmic Breath is a Spring Flower. Music. Art. Love. There are so many more. Tuck them away.
Keep looking. Seek out the wonders, great and small. These things are always there, peeking through the crust of dirty snow. Put them in your pocket. Treasure them. Remember them. Share them.
Love,
Alia
Frederick is a lovely children’s book by Leo Lionni. It’s about the task of the artist, to experience the beauty of the world. To remember it, to recreate it and to share this beauty in lean times. Here’s a reading of Frederick: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kbOngCTFRU
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