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……
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2 responses to “Forsythia”
Forsythia is what we put inside the shop, started out with branches, and then the magic began, and the yellow flowers glowed! Now they are almost all gone, and the leaves are starting. A little bit of nature brought inside!
Nice combination, as always, of nature, human and otherwise! Thanks.