FULL-THROATED-THROTTLED ~ SPRING IS BURSTING – or is it JUST ME?
Thursday, May 14, 2020
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” – Angela Anaïs Juana Antolina Rosa Edelmira Nin Y Culmell
We are bursting at the seams to be bursting at the seams – so it seems.
I wrestle with issues everyone else does.
From homeless people who cannot cope with most things in life to ivory tower ensconced CEOs, to friends, and foes, from all my excesses, confronted by unmasked reality: we are all the same!
I’ve reconnected recently with many I’ve been out of touch with, spent quality time with old friends and clients, and also had some profanity-laced muzzle-my-inner voice time with clients acting like school children. Resisting my urge to strangle and/or spank grown people (not just metaphorically).
Still, there would be time-to-pay (or time to serve in jail) if I acted on my thoughts – momentary thought of writing from a prison cell has some appeal.
Wondering if there would be a prison big enough to hold all of us who’ve thought about more than letting the air out of someone’s tires to … well, you get the picture.
Tension, we all feel it. Heightened, like bud waiting to burst.
But there is no traffic-cop at our crossroads to pat our back or kick our backside.
We have to self-isolate, self-regulate, self-police – at this time when governments and health officials, unable and unwilling to give us the all-clear or allow us to open-slowly – we only need to look to nature, to the wisdom of buds, and insight of Anaïs.
In recent days leaves have sprung loose from their buds on so many trees, which is courageous given overnight temperatures seem to slip over into freezing territory – because when I walk in 1C-2C air, surely it is still too soon for a lot of trees, shrubs, and flowers.
Soon enough, in the coming days and weeks, the full-throated roar of spring will flow from every living thing.
Except for those locked down, shut-in, completely sequestered from spring.
Mark, I look forward to your note every day but today was special. One of your most profound musings ever. The world needs to remember, history repeats itself, but most don’t notice or pay attention until well after the event. “This time it’s different” - we hear that a lot. It is always different yet somehow the same mistakes keep being made over and over again. Thank you for coming over every morning. It is nice to see some things are still the same….only different. Hahaha.. Best regards, DA, Toronto, ON