HOPE MONTH: DAY 3:
It’s like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It’s a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it’s the only thing in the world keeping me afloat.” ― Tahereh Mafi
Yes! I love this quote…today especially. I am looking at my yard, with all the beautiful Spring flowers blooming, no tulips, but lots of daffodils and hyacinths and lilies and ranunculus and stocks…really amazing colors…and so much rain in the last months. To make them all the more vibrant and happy. It feels like hope when I walk out into my yards. Lots of lettuce and artichokes and kale and beets and arugula and radicchio and collards and bok choi and swiss chard. Amazing how much they are growing with so much water…lovely really!
All of the natural world; and gardening especially, speak to me of hope. As we cycle through various times of the year, we anticipate and hope for the season to bring us the things we remember over the years…winter brings cold weather and snow and rain and crispy nights. Spring brings the most hope for me…flowers peeking out of snow and mud after winter weather, daring to show themselves despite the still winter conditions outside. Summer, with its long, long days and the promise of great fruit coming…fall with its endings of life cycles that will lay dormant over the coming winter and return again in the spring.
There is nothing about us that does not resonate with these things, except our egos, which tell us we are impervious to the changes and shifting seasons. The trips around the sun and moon are the greatest parts of who we are meant to be. But ego has tricked us into believing that it just isn’t so. I believe that true wisdom is the recognition of our connection to these things and the truths that we are all co-created to exist from the same exact energy as they are. I am the same as the trees. I am the same as the ocean and the birds that feed in my yard. I am the same as the mud and you and you and you.
That is the truth of hope for me. Recognition of my true identity as a spiritual creation. As a spiritual energy, as a spiritual being, existing only to manifest THAT. To learn to overcome ego and live as nature would have me live…in connection to the world around me, not to isolate from it, but to join it more fully and BE that energy.
Today I love the gigantic nature of nature. Her storms and her fury and her gentleness with a tiny baby furry animal. The joy of the dolphins and baby lambs running through the fields. The beauty of rocks and mountains and flowers. All of it is part of me and I am part of it. That is what HOPE means for me. That I will connect and heal and grow and BE.