It’s amazing to me how much the weather can affect my mood. When the sun is shining bright and the sky sings a pale blue smile, my heart feels lighter. When the thunder clouds roll in and lightning streaks across the sky, my body feels exhilarated and excited. I can be languid in the heat and sleepy in the deep droop of snowfall. I can twirl with the bright orange leaves as they tumble from the highest branches and close my eyes and feel the first lick of frost on my reddened cheek. In these late days of spring that seem to herald the long lush green of summer, I can feel myself shifting again. These tiny seasonal shifts always serve to remind me how deeply connected I am to the earth.
It’s a bouncy spirited word that conjures up greenery and the fresh scent of blossoms. In my world, spring has burst out with a bright frenzy, revealing tender green spaces filled with the yellow smile of dandelion dreams; the pale pink smile of fluttering short lived cherry blossom as tulips nod their heads in a happy array of colour.
Nature has pulled out all the colours of her watercolour palate and is smearing paint across her canvas, fingers moving like a dance as rain drenches and creates a flower garden sky, in the style of Monet, as my eyes blur with tears from a heart moved by the beauty of her art. My heart celebrates this party in a light step with added sparkle in eyes smile and even my hair feels more bouncy as my skirts swirl around bare legs.
I have swung into that mood that leaves a large space for hope. There is lightness in the air that whooshes through hair and presses a petal deeply imprinted onto heart’s wishes. I see possibility in every thought and feel love for everything around me, from the jaunty walk of a wrinkled hand holding softly to her grandson’s quick moving step to the buzz of a bee searching the nectar of my rose bush greenery.
I am going to attempt to hold onto this joy that fills me as the earth over here comes to life again, hiding the decay of death until another season moves in. I am going to be present in the moments of this spring and breathe in the scents that move in and out of my vision. I am going to capture this feeling in a photograph that I can pull out when my mood swing shifts so that I can remember that hope will come back in the form of a smiling girl swinging her self high up to the sky.
I sometimes think that it is through photography, through that meditation — that celebration — I am able to stay present and to really see the gifts that are given so generously, so freely. I see you spring and I celebrate along with you the rebirth of life.
“swing into spring” © Darlene J Kreutzer
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