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Spring So Far

posted on: May 22, 2015

Spring, spring in New York City has been wonderful, crazy, inspiring, and an extreme whirlwind. I often find myself shuffling from one meeting to the next. From art class to ballet, and back home for naps. Naps that seem to end before they even begin. It's been the starting point of so many good things. It has also been the grandest farewell to winter's brutality. To be as cheesy as they come; winter was the journey, and spring was the gift. It's been the greatest of gifts; and I am trying to savor every minute and hour of it. I'd like to store it up in my bottle of happy and hold it there. Until next winter, of course.

Spring has taught me more than I expected. Once again, I find myself truly believing in the magic of good people and love. I believe in the magic of New York City again. As a native, this was so very necessary.

“sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love

(all the merry little birds are
flying in the floating in the
very spirits singing in
are winging in the blossoming)

lovers go and lovers come
awandering awondering
but any two are perfectly
alone there's nobody else alive

(such a sky and such a sun
i never knew and neither did you
and everybody never breathed
quite so many kinds of yes)

not a tree can count his leaves
each herself by opening
but shining who by thousands mean
only one amazing thing

(secretly adoring shyly
tiny winging darting floating
merry in the blossoming
always joyful selves are singing)

sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love”
― E.E. Cummings

The other day I fell on the street. Like slam. Bang. I went down. It would have been a normal slip up or off balance situation, but it wasn't normal. I had Oak on me. So down we both went. Oak was carried away unfazed. He didn't cry, he didn't make a peep. I walked away with bloody knuckles, and somewhat of a bruised mama ego. We were okay.

More than anything, I'd like to use that fall as an analogy for spring. I felt myself falling, trying my hardest to catch myself and protect my baby at every knee jerking slip. All the while, in a state of shock. While I tried to get up and also, check to make sure Oak wasn't bleeding, nor did I lose a tooth or something crazy of that nature, a kind lady came to help me up. Very cautiously and sweetly she held my arm as I found my footing. She was a gentle soul, and was the kind of person that just needed to be there, if that makes any sense. We both checked Oak, and she reassured me that it was okay. Spring is like that gentle woman. It picks you up and dusts you off. It rubs your broken parts and sends you on your way. Isn't that wonderful?


I hope you enjoy your spring weekend!

8 comments:

  1. You have such a beautiful way with your words. So well said. So glad you and sweet Oak weren't hurt I love the association you made. Enjoy your weekend you deserve it!

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  2. Oh it's a terrible and very primal feeling, to fall. Hope you're OK. Hugs from NZ.

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  3. I like the beauty that you're able to find and radiate with within the chaos of your busy life. Lol this is a beautiful portrait of you and your child. I always beam at how beautifully your husband is able to capture you. I'm happy that you and Oak are okay after the fall, but I love love loved the analogy you made between spring and the woman who helped you. Yes.

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    1. Thank you so much! One of the things I say often, is just find the light and hold on to it. There's always a lot of ups and downs in life, and they can really get you down (literally and figuratively), but if you find one piece of joy and magic, everything else will be okay.

      xx

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  4. It was so lovely to run into you in Brooklyn - thank you for sharing your table, I enjoyed our chat! ;)

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  5. you are crazy-beautiful! and such darling babies too.

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