Twilight. Fading light. Another day is closing out. I can hear the birds, they chirp and trill.
The light is warm but the air is not. It is neutral and for tonight that is
okay. Too much cold and too much ambiguity over whether to march onto into
spring or hold on dearly to winters cloak have made the months of April and May
irritating. Save resilient daffodils
these months have not shown the spark of joy the changing of the seasons should
bring.
I read a chapter on acceptance and mercy written by a psychologist.
Lying in my hammock the words made so much sense. The author talked about a poisonous
tree. When we such a tree thought is to
cut it down, to burn it or to otherwise dispatch it. But the tree might have some other value in
the ecosystem that we don’t yet understand.
Perhaps fencing the tree and labeling it so as to warn others might be
the way to go. Acceptance and
mercy. It doesn’t mean that we let the
poison take us, it means that we try and act with growing understanding and
compassion.
Having read that section, I rousted myself from my
comfortable hammock and walked. As I
stepped outside my house the light on a budding tree caught my eye. Quickly I snapped a number of shots. One was easier than the other’s to
frame. One taken I adjusted the
color. Funny thing was that one of the
filters made the tree look the shade of an old Grateful Dead recording, Wake of
the Flood. As I looked at the end result it made me smile. I remember so much of my life that the songs
on that album were the soundtrack for.
Ah the light grows dim. I will stop my writing now.
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