On wednesday I saw forsythia in bloom. I always forget, despite the picture of it hanging above my desk, how much I love forsythia-- it is the most joyous thing I know, and I can't even taste it or hear it in music or anything because it is so complete in itself.
So this weekend, I am going to sneak out in the car with pruning shears, and steal all the forsythia I can find from all the unsuspecting gardens. I will put it all in vases and water jugs and seed pails around my room. Every song I listen to will take on a new meaning; when I walk outside, the sun in my sky will be a bright toy that makes me laugh-- and oh, I promise it will be my sky.
Everything is earnest and complete.
When we did believe in magic, and we did die...
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that's how it was with me this afternoon lying in my backgarden, looking up at the apple tree branches.
ReplyDeleteit's almost like it makes you want to be cynical or ironic because it is just that sweet and real and wonderful. i think it's like that.
ReplyDeleteyes. i almost had an enormous mood swing just after, but i caught myself.
ReplyDeletethat's good, because real sweet alive people are more needed than cynics or ironics.
ReplyDeleteit's so much easier to be the latter. but also much much worse. i want to know if we can be wise about evil and still be real.. and sweet.
ReplyDeleteinfants in evil, but cunning as serpents...
ReplyDeletethe real and the sweet
are not lessened by the evil
but made sharper and sharper and farther away. and you have to chase them even if you know there will be a long time where the evil is closer.
and chasing them is almost as good as having them, I think. promises are
half the delight of the eventual fulfillment. and there is spring and cherry blossoms and beautiful music even when there is dying and hating or not caring and people who walk through life with their hands closed. and there is Jesus- I wonder that it is possible not to hold onto the real and the sweet because there is Jesus.
thank-you
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