I need to tell you how my heart feels about Spring.
My heart has labored, long and hard,
to love men who were wrong for me.
The love of my children and grandchildren
has pushed my heart right to the breaking edges of my skin.
has pushed my heart right to the breaking edges of my skin.
I have flung my heart out in songs and poems
and midnight utterings that go unanswered.
and midnight utterings that go unanswered.
Yet when Spring comes, I am willing to fling it all out there again. My heart gets most hopeful and malleable in Spring. I think about my literal heart and the lifeblood rushing in and out, in and out, every moment of my life. I think about the other things that occupy my heart. My heart is full of hopes, dreams, music, stories, art, friends and children. Is it silly to hope that my very worth is the stuff of the universe; that I have the power to transform sorrow into joy, darkness into light and destruction into new life? I feel foolish sometimes to list on the sidebar of my blog that I am an irrational optimist, but it's true, as true as SPRING.
Kass, I love 'midnight utterings that go unanswered'! Many of us have experienced that, but only you could put it out there so poetically.
ReplyDeleteIt isn't silly to be optimistic and hopeful or to think you have the power to transform sorrow into joy, etc. I believe that's what we're each called to do, one person, one situation, at a time. What would be irrational, would be if someone were to say it couldn't be done.
It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain
ReplyDeleteSpring is about transformation, is the clear indication that after the sorrow there is always joy. So you are not silly or irrational, keep being a contagious optimistic!!
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It's spring?! Then I'd like to read Henry Miller at night with the windows open and a glass of wine.
ReplyDeleteReading your words is like a breath of fresh springy air she says as she sits with her happy light on while looking for the real sun :)
ReplyDeleteI am so many more things in the spring too, with love being at the center of it all.
hope springs eternal, and spring hopes eternally. your willingness to keep "springing" gives me hope!
ReplyDeletei hit send too soon-beautifully said, kass, and beautifully illustrated with your photos.
ReplyDeleteHow this brightens my heart. Yes, spring is wonderful for the soul. It brings back the optimism. Beautiful words. Beautiful pictures, Kass.
ReplyDeleteSometimes you feel foolish about flying your "irrational optimist" flag, and yet I once asked permission to borrow that profound (to me) phrase!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful post, Kass. Medical diagnosis: you have an enlarged heart.
A number of us who blog around after one another seem to be strongly drawn to spring and it effects on us. It had never been my favorite season. I spent too long in San Diego which is rather climate/weather neutral. Spring didn't mean very much. I was infected by someone else with the love of spring. I moved to an extreme environment, became a camper, learned about desert flowers . . . and now I am so strongly pulled toward it, I don't know that I have the words to express it.
The sun is coming out as I type, the first time since Saturday. Kass, you say so beautifully my own feelings of this time of year.Spring is a great coming out party.
ReplyDeleteI've been enjoying watching the woodland creatures "twitterpating". :)
ReplyDeleteI've been enjoying watching the woodland creatures "twitterpating". :)
ReplyDeleteIt's called getting in touch with your roots - nature. You've so eloquently expressed its charm and refreshing values. well done
ReplyDeleteAh, yes! As long as we can revel in Spring, there is room for hope. We need that. We do. We need these unexpected warm days, sweet blossoms and cleansing rains to lift us off our knees and propel us forward.
ReplyDeleteNice use of commas Kass. That could really have naughty.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos, beautiful peaon to spring -- as you see, you touch many, many of your readers. Thank you.
ReplyDeletePJ - I think a lot of us have experienced those dark nights of the soul. Thank you for your kind words.
ReplyDeleteGABI - I forgot about the fever part of it. It is quite a stirring.
JULIE - Henry Miller on a balmy night. What could be better?!
VICKY - Hmmm, I see you are affected by SAD. Do the lights really help?
STANDING - I don't know if it's willing as much as it is compulsion, but thank you.
LES - Of course you have the words to express it and you do, beautifully.
TAG - Yes, it is a great party and yes, either way you read that one line is correct.
KIM - Oh yes, twitterpating is the perfect word.
POETIC - Thank you for the kind words. I forgot about the roots aspects of spring. Nice reminder.
JONAS - "...lift us off our knees and propel us forward." Perfectly said.
JUNE - Thank you. My ability to touch is commensurate with how I've been touched by my bloggies.
Well, now I have wandered over to YOU, Kass and I just love both blogs. Of course, this particular one, grabbed at my heart and has not let go. Yup. I'm a follower now.
ReplyDeleteThank you DAVE! And thank you for visiting my blog, too.
How dreary the world would be with no hope and no optimism ...
ReplyDeleteAh, yes... Spring! I sometimes tell myself that I am a jaded soul... and then spring comes around and I remember that I am forever an optimist.
ReplyDeleteHey, Kass - I got a shiver when I read your words - and with those images they are beautiful. All tingle making. Have confidence in your words. (I am a prize spouter of tosh and I see no tosh here!)
ReplyDeleteI love spring, too - shame I have to wait until September for it. I need a little of your optimism to hang on for it!
Optimism or not - you are a dear heart!
S. ETOLE - How dreary the world would be without you and your touching words and photography.
ReplyDeleteKRISTA - Isn't it great that we get to express our jadedness and our ooey-gooey side in the blogosphere? I enjoy both.
RACHEL - I really thought I would scare off my more erudite readers. I'm glad you spout tosh and are who you are. I am what I am. I say what I say. It could all change tomorrow - and it will - and I'll say things differently. I'm too old to try to impress anybody. When things about my body started being all 'out there,' I decided my words and my art could join that expression.
Hi Kass. Those snowdrops are almost as eloquent as you are. I have a patch of them by my door, nodding their little white heads. .
ReplyDeleteMAIRI - I'm so glad you like the snowdrops. They seem so lovely, yet sad.
ReplyDeleteIt's not the spring, it's the indomitable spirit what doz it!
ReplyDeleteDAVE - You're right, but Spring sure is a great reminder.
ReplyDeleteGreat post! I myself tend to find a sense of renewal with each spring. Spring brings with it new life :)
ReplyDeleteSHELL - I just went over to your photography blog and it was amazing. Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful images and words.Thank you for sharing them.Warmest Regards,Cat
ReplyDeletethis is so beautiful. I am definitely "reborn" in the spring as well.
ReplyDeleteCAT - Thanks for stopping by. Good to see you again.
ReplyDeleteSUZYQ - I can tell from your last photos that this is how you feel about Spring.
Thanks, Kass, you've made my night! Spring it is then and I'll let it all hang out there!
ReplyDeleteoh, I love this! i relate completely~ I always worry, a little, when spring arrives, so full of energy and hope, after the quiet reflection of winter~ I think I am not ready for the world to wake up! i am not ready for the fire of summer, already, and too soon! But then I remember that spring is a visible reminder to pace oneself, but in such a way as to notice subtle changes, every day...
ReplyDeleteRACHEL - Hanging out in the spring is a great idea.
ReplyDeleteCHRISTINA - I agree, pacing is good, but so is spontaneous combustion.