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| Each Petal a Heart... My Heart |
“Every spring is the only spring—a perpetual astonishment.” ~Ellis Peters
There are mornings, such as these, when I am baptized by
astonishment. And in these moments of
breathtaking wonder, I belong—I belong to the land, to the first wildflowers of
the season, to the mountain chickadee and bluebirds, the oriole, the purple
martins, and the mighty hummingbirds.
What is the purpose of green living if not this—to belong to
that which is a perpetual astonishment?
Without that sense of surprise and sheer delight, the days would merely
be hours.
I’m supposed to be writing reviews, but my spirit wants to
sing a different song as this glorious day unfolds. To deny the song would render my writing
moot. One can only write what one feels
deeply, madly, and truly.
On what feels like the first day of spring I have ever truly
known, the words that want to be written are tender, unfurling leaves. To stand under a young elm tree, witnessing
buds giving birth to green... how does one review that?
Perhaps, if I get still, and quiet, and deeply absorb all
this green, it will become embedded in my DNA and I can be a perpetual
spring. Wouldn't that be something to write on my heart?
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