Spring, wait – Summer now.

I was sitting under some blossoming cherry trees in the Arboretum a few weeks ago, one of my all time favorite circumstances in life, and have a few thoughts from that moment to share. Already, the blooms have given way to young leaves.

Looking at these incredibly loaded trees, there’s no way of really catching the point of explosion (maybe with stopaction photography, but not while really being there).
This kind of explosion is quiet, a humble magnificence that is suddenly, here. It’s a total abundance that at some point, if you’re lucky, you notice. Like fireworks in amber.

I keep wanting my silver bullet. That point in life where I know everything is all set. All squared away.

Spring is amazement. It is abundance and beauty to be sure, but it’s also slow – not like a bullet – and not *set* in that it’s still moving into something different.

‘Successes’ may be like that: Moments in which you step back from what’s happened, what’s already arrived, which had built up over time or tipped to the point of noticeability. In those instances there may be no catching the specific moment of success, because its a slow build, a slow, graceful explosion.

Whatever pile of money, reward, assurance, symbol, commitment or release that you may be holding up as a holy grail, the ‘if only’ source of everlasting security and relief, perhaps you can put it down for a moment, and see what that moment right now is actually like. What about it is actually ok, or even ‘not bad’ as they say.

These blooms – there’s nothing secure about them – they are vulnerable to the frost, rain, heatwave and winds, and they will and do drop.

Can you imagine that these lovely blooms that many of us dream of and pine for in the long winter days, that these blooms are fruition itself: as good as it gets – the great reward – fleeting and easy to pass up and pass by if your mind is elsewhere.

Taking stock of what you have today – matching socks or a brand new home – something nice in the fridge for lunch, that is a way to spend time in the blooms and surplus abundance of your life. When I am satisfied by what I hope is just around the corner, which might not come, which might not fit my image of it if it does, it’s like saying I am incomplete right now, almost ok but not. Would be wonderful but presently I or this life I’ve got, is not making the grade.

It’s a fine balance to strike, but the more I am rooted to the moment I am in, the easier it is to take in what’s lovely, gritty or wierd about it, and then appreciate the parts I appreciate.

And then the colors change, they drop, the leaves push out and its summer.