Tuesday, February 21, 2012

In Just Spring

I woke up early this morning to the dreaded "freight train" sound of wind howling from the West.  The wind chimes were cascading against each other so quickly they were creating an overtone.  I got out of bed and went to the kitchen.  The sky was black with sheets of rain. 

This is the end of February. This is what cummings referred to as "just spring" which is about all I remember of e.e. cummings.   Mother Nature usually reserves this amusement for March and April around these parts. 

But the birds and the trees don't read the calendar.  My yard is green.  Plants are blooming.  The recent mornings have been featured the sounds of the birds singing to each other.

This time last year we were just coming off one of the worst snow storms in memory.  They are calling for 75 degrees by Thursday.

This is crazy. 

And about this time last year is when things started going down the tubes in Jackson.  So much change in so many areas of my life since the just spring of 2011.  Some good.  Some God-awful.  And none of these changes I could have foreseen at this time last year.

Now that the storm has passed I am hopeful for the future.  I have learned a lot.  About myself and about others.  I have been blessed with opportunities that came from completely outside my little box.  I have been given wise counsel by able men and women who love me.  I thought I was listening. 

But one of my teachers warned me that "You won't get it until you live it."  I get it now.  And they were all right.  Each and every one of them albeit each in their own ways informed by their own unique experiences.

What an amazing ride it has been since the just spring of last year.

My Cajun friends return in the next week or so.  Undoubtedly we will get at least one more slap of winter before Spring is here for sure.  But what do I know?  I told them that it hardly snows in early December.  It snowed.  We had tornadoes in January. 

So I don't predict the weather anymore. 

And I am pretty much through predicting my future as well.  I'm letting the game come to me.

So far so good.  So far so good.


Beth Lytle said...

** Note: You don't have to post this comment. I just wanted to share. **

I was an English major, and this is the only e.e.cummings poem I really like. But I really like it.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Thank you for sharing the poignance of this season. May the winds shift sweetly and bring you peace and joy "higher than soul can hope or mind can hide."

tmfw said...

Thank you for giving me permission to post your lovely comment, Beth. Thank you so much and please come back again.