Forsythia

(re-post)

It was a forsythia bush, many years ago, that propelled me into an epiphany that enriched my life.

Each spring I would watch as a large forsythia near our home would gladden into bloom.  Each spring I would stand and stare and try to absorb the beauty, the magnificence, the dignity - the forsythia'ness of that bush.  I never felt I quite touched the essence and there was always the knowing that sooner than later the flowers would be gone and not reappear for another year and I would not have enjoyed them to their fullest.

Then, one time, standing and staring, overwhelmed beyond overwhelm with longing - something gave way.  Suddenly I was no longer outside myself trying to reach out to those masses of sunny flowers;  suddenly I was totally within myself,  in tune with forsythia,  knowing that the moment was everything. 

Thank you, forsythia......

 

Posted on April 15, 2009 at 01:01 AM | Permalink

It was a forsythia bush, many years ago, that propelled me into an epiphany that enriched my life.

Each spring I would watch as a large forsythia near our home would gladden into bloom.  Each spring I would stand and stare and try to absorb the beauty, the magnificence, the dignity - the forsythia'ness of that bush.  I never felt I quite touched the essence and there was always the knowing that sooner than later the flowers would be gone and not reappear for another year and I would not have enjoyed them to their fullest.

Then, one time, standing and staring, overwhelmed beyond overwhelm with longing - something gave way.  Suddenly I was no longer outside myself trying to reach out to those masses of sunny flowers;  suddenly I was totally within myself,  in tune with forsythia,  knowing that the moment was everything. 

Thank you, forsythia......