Funny though it may be, the picture gives a pretty acurate illustration of spring in England – this year being a pretty extreme case!
While chuckling, I thought life can be like that too. After a long “winter” the sun finally appears only to be eclisped a few days later by a torrential downpour of problems and sorrows. Slowly it picks up again, the clouds of doubt disperse as it grows steadily warmer. Then again the cold hits etc.
My son, with the manifest wisdom of a thirteen year old, once told me when I felt overloaded with problems. “It’s like the tide, the waves come in and then withdraw but each time they reach a little further and after a while though you don’t see it so much the tide is in.”
Spring here is like that too, each time it gets cold again it’s a little warmer than last time, each time the sun shines it lasts longer. Life is like that too. Seldom do we advance steadily toward our dreams. It’s more often two steps forward and one back. It’s important to bare this in mind and keep our minds on the progress or we can get discouraged by frequent set backs and throw in the towel just before it’s time to launch into the depths and swim.
Life is all a journey as you stumble through the years,
Sometimes through strife and battle and often lonely tears.
Sometimes through days of sunshine, when the soul within you glows
Sometimes in days of certainty, you know the way to go.
Sometimes in bleak confusion, unknowing steps you trace,
But all in all you’ll get there. You too will win the race.
Not one against the other, in striving to compete,
All pushing on and shoving, thrusting others from their feet.
But hand in hand beguiling, each happy golden hour,
The weak and tired enticing to draw upon your power.
Till that gate arriving, when journey meets its end,
You’ll be a man, my brother, a fortress and a friend.
Once you have started seeing the beauty of life, ugliness starts disappearing. If you start looking at life with joy, sadness starts disappearing. You cannot have heaven and hell together, you can have only one.
It is your choice.
Photo © Kok Leng Yeo
I still remember when visiting friends in Sicily, after a long stay helping in a critical situation in Greece concerning Kurdish refugees. Our host remarked how thankful and appreciative my kids were compared to hers. How did I do it? she asked.
I replied, when you don’t eat meat for months, have to bathe in a bowl of hot water, wake to freezing cold and fight constant mold on the walls and ceilings in winter and intense heat in summer, your home seems like paradise on earth by comparison!
Needless to say our conditions were much better than those of the refugees we were trying to help (we at least had a house!)
I thank God every day for my beautiful, warm apartment, pension and sweet supportive family. I am so blessed!
Some look through a microscope and see the slightest flaw,
The dirty shoes, the gross tattoo, a failing they abhor.
I far prefer another lens, through which to cast my gaze,
That sees the prime potential I hope one day will raise,
And flourish with a breath of hope and make our voices sing.
That taking on strong forces vile will triumph in the ring.
It’s easy to see the flaws in things, in people. Demolition requires little skill compared to building (though often the more popular pursuit). It takes, vision, effort, and perseverance to build. So let’s be sure as we set out each day to bring with us a telescope.
When days are dull and dreary, the colours unrefined,
When faces are not cheery, a smile hard to find.
Then take a look within you as spirits start to soar
The sun above is shining though you don’t see it anymore.
Love is always waiting to take you in its arms,
It’s just the clouds get in between to keep you from its charms.
(Photo from bing images)
Hmmm… not a good start to my day I thought. It’s raining so no cycling we’ll have to leave early and walk (can’t have my poor grandson sitting in wet trousers at school all day) never mind I’ll take the bus back…
Hmmm… they cut the bus again! grrrr!!! Now I’ll have to walk back in the rain too.
Passing by the path we normally cycle through the lakes on a tinge of rebellion invades me. I turn off the faster main road. My pace slows. I notice how swollen the river rushing on its path as I cross the bridge into tranquility. At a slower pace I pause again and again noting the soft play of the remaining winter, yellow oche, stems against the new spring growth, catch the play of shadows shaping new contours
My artist’s eyes awaken from sleep, everywhere I look compositions leap out to me, the urge to paint, to capture the delight I feel surges through me like a flood tide. The world is transformed. I’m happy it rained, happy there was no bus, or I’d have missed these moments.