Always Again

March 1st, 2009

I’m always utterly amazed when the cherry tree in my front yard blooms. It takes me by surprise every time. All last night and all day today, dramatic storms rolled through my neighborhood. Rain and thunder, thunder and rain–my favorite weather. In the midst of all that sturm und drang, the pink petals stood out like a neon sign that said “spring is on its way back.” I’m sure most of them will be knocked off by the violence of the wind and water, and the temperature plunge will finish the rest, but it still bowls me over to realize how much we depend on these little messages from nature. We pave over the earth, scar it, deplete it, poison it and lock ourselves up in office buildings and schools with no windows, and still it survives and calls to the wild places in ourselves that cling to our souls like those tender, tough blossoms on the cherry tree.

2 Responses to “Always Again”

  1. Kathleen Botsford says:

    Beautiful prose. Your genius is showing!

  2. Kathleen Botsford says:

    Why did i never notice Creative First Aid? That is wonderful…lots of old friends and plenty of new ones to visit. Thank you.