The Spring Equinox has just passed. It is lighter longer now, day by day. Every night, the sound of the spring peepers in the nearby woods fills the air. The buds of the forsythia, magnolia, and cherry trees are slowly swelling in size and turning yellow and pink. The witch hazel is in bloom, as are a few daffodils and crocuses. Red-winged blackbirds have returned, with their noisy ringing calls. The temperatures are warming, and there is promise in the air. Spring always lifts my spirits. Possibility reawakened. Life is hard, yes, but it is also beautiful.
This is the view I hold in my heart each morning. It helps me face the parts of life that aren’t so positive these days: so many people hating one another everywhere. Hatred is completely contrary to the human spirit, which sees “family,” not “enemy,” in the world. How do we keep that compassionate loving core alive now?
For me, it’s those tiny frogs and flower buds that give me hope. The spring bird migration, which I look forward to all year, also brings me joy and a sunny outlook each April and May morning as more and more birds arrive. Those extraordinary small winged beings who fly thousands of miles from Central and South America to raise families in North America. What a miracle each one of them is, their songs so beautiful and varied. The wood thrush’s song alone is worth a trip to the woods just to hear it. Ethereal, flute-like, pure magic. And the colorful warblers, orioles, tanagers, flycatchers, bluebirds, catbirds, and hummingbirds. Enough sights and sounds to fill you with gladness for a lifetime.
In spite of everything, there is beauty in our lives on this blue planet floating in space. So I continue to open my eyes each morning and smile as I look at the light from the rising sun on the trees outside my window. The cardinal is singing his cheery notes, as are the robins, goldfinches, and song sparrows. Humans may argue, fight, and judge one another, but the birds will continue to sing, as the flowers and trees reach upward with all their life force to the heavens above. Each one is a reflection of your own peaceful soul. Open your heart and allow the vibrant life force within you to expand with gratitude and love.

What a sublime blog post! I agree with each and every bit of it. Thank you!!! Hurrah for peepers peeping! Hurrah for buds swelling! ps: We started a bunch of sunflower seeds sprouting indoors last night — looking ahead to the possibility of late summer beauty…
Thank you, Will!! Happy spring to you, as well as the rest of the year!
Oh Peggy, what a beautiful beautiful reflection!! We returned a little over a week ago to a mostly gray wet environment, but also to the surprise of the migrating diving ducks!! The ring-necks, mergansers and buffleheads are filling the lake with diversity and joy and we stand all amazed at the wonder of it all! And then add the life-stirring rallies yesterday and a soul-stirring solo by Brendon last night, and our cups run over. I loved this piece!
Thank you, Dorothy!! I love your pictures of the ducks! Love to you!!