Monday Moans: Slow down… Take it in…

Easy as A, B, C . . . from CC

April is one of my favorite months of the year. Not because it happens to be the month I was born. I am old enough to dread birthdays. The month is filled with new life, saplings breaking ground, breathing, reaching for the rays of sun, much like a surfer who’s been kept under a massive wave too long: surfacing… reaching for air… breathing.

Trees adorned with sweet blossoms. Mother Nature’s splendor to send off her dear friend, Winter, whom she loved and lost. She weeps. Her tears feed the green coverlet which warms the earth for new babes: fawns, kits, and goslings. The ground crawls with skittering things which serve a purpose, in spite of the trepidation we may feel.

Spring has sprung. April…the month of miraculous wonders, gifted to us. Take a moment… use your senses and admire the artistry painted with great skill. Grab your child by the hand and show him or her the small miracles happening whether we notice or not.

Sit on your front porch and take in the horizon, as the sun peeks, breaking into yellows and coppers, lighting the blue sky of a new day. Or experience the maroons, golds, and oranges, of a sunset you are sure have never been more beautiful.

Breathe deeply the morning dew, or the cleansing after an April shower. Nothing compares.

Remember as we mourn the death of winter, or a friend whose example will never be likened to another. Life must go on. We feel the world should stop…  notice… see… our excruciating loss.

“Don’t they know? Can’t they feel my pain?” are the questions we ask ourselves. The answer is… no… sometimes things are hidden, like the gifts of Mother Nature.

I ask you to take notice: with every birth as small as it may be, there is a death. Someone’s heart is breaking. Families and communities are reeling from shock and grief. We can do something about it. We can stop… take a moment… see the wonders put before us. Take in the smallest of miracles and know this is life, unfolding…birthing…dying, hand-in-hand. One can’t be, without the other.

See you day-after-tomorrow for Wednesday WIPs


Leave a comment

Filed under Moans

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s