My daffodils are up, buds tightly closed, waiting, waiting for the first string of warm days. I feel like one of those buds, just waiting for my time to bloom. Waiting does not mean doing nothing, as it also is for the daffodils. Our roots/spirit, our bulbs/bodies, our leaves/mind wait, knowing our time will come.
My Spring is every day… now that my eyes and my heart are open. In my wild youth, I flung myself forward and from side to side, not thinking of tomorrow or yesterday. As I’ve grown, though, I see and appreciate so much more! The moment I awaken, I think, “What adventures are waiting for me today?” Of course, as the weather warms and the trees bloom, the sweet smell of earth delights and heightens my senses! I am returned to my wild youth!
"just waiting for my time to bloom" sums up how I've felt for my entire life! I, too, am really looking forward to spring, both literal and metaphorical.
Mary, as I sit reading about your waiting and your writing and the daffodils, I'm looking at an arrangement of daffodils on my table ... gathered at the local market rather than fresh from the earth. Some are already wilted, some still opening up. It occurs to me that every daffodil is a marvel of bright beauty. Some are noticed and picked and taken home to be admired. Some stay in the field adding their brightness to the day without being noticed or chosen.
Suddenly, I am gladdened by my daffodil self, willing to open up to the world without focusing on whether or not I am noticed or picked. Thank you for the brightness you bring to all of us.
Thank you, Mary. I am waiting to feel like spring, to feel like my energetic self again, to have a spring in my step. The sunny daffodils blooming in our yard in the midst of rain and wind are a lovely, hopeful reminder that spring, my health, and new adventures will be here soon. Each day I wake up hoping I’ll feel rested and renewed after leaving my career of 36.5 years in an exhausted state (it’s only been 2.5 weeks). My sweet friends remind me that it’s going to take a while to recover my energy.
Spring begins the minute I turn my clocks forward to DST. When I turn my clocks back to standard time I sink into darkness.
My Spring is every day… now that my eyes and my heart are open. In my wild youth, I flung myself forward and from side to side, not thinking of tomorrow or yesterday. As I’ve grown, though, I see and appreciate so much more! The moment I awaken, I think, “What adventures are waiting for me today?” Of course, as the weather warms and the trees bloom, the sweet smell of earth delights and heightens my senses! I am returned to my wild youth!
"just waiting for my time to bloom" sums up how I've felt for my entire life! I, too, am really looking forward to spring, both literal and metaphorical.
Mary, as I sit reading about your waiting and your writing and the daffodils, I'm looking at an arrangement of daffodils on my table ... gathered at the local market rather than fresh from the earth. Some are already wilted, some still opening up. It occurs to me that every daffodil is a marvel of bright beauty. Some are noticed and picked and taken home to be admired. Some stay in the field adding their brightness to the day without being noticed or chosen.
Suddenly, I am gladdened by my daffodil self, willing to open up to the world without focusing on whether or not I am noticed or picked. Thank you for the brightness you bring to all of us.
Thank you, Mary. I am waiting to feel like spring, to feel like my energetic self again, to have a spring in my step. The sunny daffodils blooming in our yard in the midst of rain and wind are a lovely, hopeful reminder that spring, my health, and new adventures will be here soon. Each day I wake up hoping I’ll feel rested and renewed after leaving my career of 36.5 years in an exhausted state (it’s only been 2.5 weeks). My sweet friends remind me that it’s going to take a while to recover my energy.