I find that there are magical moments in life where Mother Nature seems to capture my every sense. Moments when nothing else seems to satiate my appetite for comfort, calm and peace.
Taste, touch, smell and sound seem to melt together in a timeless, almost standstill dreamlike vision.
My sight seems to have the ability to meet my every need with effortless perfection. I find that when life gets to be too much and everyday troubles bubble up and over, a retreat to the cabin accompanied by a walk in the fresh air, can in an instant, calm…no matter what the season.
But there’s just something about Spring.
And the flowers. The delicate, intricate, unassuming flowers. Especially the early spring flowers who find themselves among the first to brave the unstable elements. The ones who have the quiet strength to weather the cold winds and last few spits of icy snow as they tenderly open themselves for all to admire.
Despite the unknown they hold their heads high and bloom for the promise of what’s to come.
Their beauty is nothing less than tiptoeing into a real life fairytale.
Their unassuming grace and quiet majesty have the abitliy to reach out wrap me in a quiet whisper.
My eyes are speechless.
My voice, blinded.
And my heart melted.
Into a puddle,
of quiet bliss.
My youngest daughter and I quietly pad through the early morning dew,
drawn to the tufts of glowing daffodils basking in the first gentle rays of the golden honey sun.
And without hesitation or even a conversation begin to gather a bashful, blooming, bundle of stems,
that will become a beautiful bouquet.
A gentle reminder to all,
of the quiet,
that lies within all of us.
Don’t be afraid to bloom.
No matter what the elements.