Spring is the time for counting our blessings
Spring has sprung, somewhat belatedly, though the forecast is for a return or two of cooler temps throughout the rest of May. The lingering cold spell that closed April, causing it to go out like a chattering, sheared lamb, was near enough for one to consider joining the ranks of the anti-global warming crowd, but fortunately the numbing temperatures only affected the body and not reason itself, thus avoiding mental confusion or collapse.
Despite the lingering chill, it’s been fun kneeling on the warming ground peering for shoots of the tulips and daffodils planted last fall. My friend could only laugh when I confessed I found sprout-watching more exciting than baseball or Republican gubernatorial candidate debates.
“I love it,” I said in my unnecessary defense.
“And they love you,” he said.
I believe that. All sentient beings, including plants, can feel love energy and can return it since life sprouts from Mother Earth.
Of course, I am not naïve to think that a charging grizzly can have her intentions thwarted by emanating pure love in her direction any more than doing likewise can move poisoned hearts of such notables as disgraced soon-to-be former LA Clippers owner Donald Sterling and Nevada rancher Cliven Bundy, the most recent patriotic darling of the right and latest Joe the Plumber Fox News hero.
Speaking of narcissistic types, were you aware that the daffodil and narcissus are the same flower? Of course, smiles Sylvia Brockner. It goes to prove the old saw about never being too old to learn, at least for me.
According to Wikipedia, which is acceptable to reference on minor issues, “daffodil” is derived from “affodell,” a variant of Asphodel, a genus of mainly perennial plants native to western, central, and southern Europe.
“The asphodel is one of the most famous of the plants connected with the dead and the underworld. Homer describes it as covering the great meadow (ἀσφόδελος λειμών), the haunt of the dead. It was planted on graves, and is often connected with Persephone, who appears crowned with a garland of asphodels.”
One can’t help but feel sorry for Persephone being a pawn like so many women, but I always love her warm, radiant return.
The Greek myth of Narcissus explaining how he gave his name to flower is a powerful tale. It gets directly to the core of the self-absorbed, the preening egoists who actually believe it’s all about them and the world revolves around them.
I love too the Buddhist koan about seeking and finding enlightenment. The student asked the master, “How do I become enlightened?
“Pick up sticks and carry water,” the master told him.
“What do I do after I’ve achieved enlightenment?” the student followed up.
“Pick up sticks and carry water.”
I think of that as I rake and pick up the pine needles that have blanketed my garden in more than abundance. I’m not sure if the process is leading me to enlightenment but I do feel the gain in the lumbar region of my lower back from the stretches. My chiropractor would be pleased.
“Winter stays long up here,” old Bear Claw reminds Jeremiah Johnson.
It sure does, and when it’s been particularly hard with bitter temperatures and overstays its time like rude guests who don’t adhere to Ben Franklin’s maxim about fish and visitors stinking after three days, the anxiety about the delayed return of warm sunshine can be heightened.
Still, despite the rough, rude, and hoary winter, it’s important that one offers gratitude each day for his/her blessings, and in that vein I thank George Clark and Rick Scott of the Clear Creek Veteran’s Coalition for coming onto my show on KYGT on April 26 and them and the other members of the CCVC for allowing to sit in on their meeting last week. More on that in a couple of weeks, but do listen to the broadcast on the radio’s website, www.kygt.org, if you haven’t heard it as yet.
In that line, thanks in advance to Tony DeVito, CDOT Region 1 Transportation Director, who will be joining me on KYGT this Saturday, May 10th at 3:00 to talk about the full range of I-70 Corridor.
Which brings us back to spring and being grateful for not only have survived the brutal winter but also for the blessings we share in living in Clear Creek. Spring is the perfect time to remind ourselves about our blessings outweighing our burdens. So one more thank-you: To you.