These past few weeks, my determination to keep my focus in the now has allowed me to wallow in the beauty of spring. "Not Yet", I tell the part of me that wants to worry about my upcoming treatment regimen. "Now", it is beautiful.
As I walk, I take a moment to open my ears; to tune out the distant people noises and focus on the chorus of bird song accompanying my steps. I know the song of the cardinal and the sparrows, and there is the rat-a-tat of a woodpecker proclaiming his readiness to mate, but there are also many tunes I don't know.
On the clear days, I stop for a moment to focus my eyes on the quickly fading red-oranges of the sunrise. Nature's profligate waste of beauty. Ever new, there for all who take a moment to turn their eyes to the east and pause for a precious few minutes to take a long drink of beauty.
I've watched in awe as the trees take turns blooming - first the tulip trees unfold their blooms, startling against the prevailing grays of the other trees, then the delicate pinks of cherry blossoms. The distinct scent of what I know of a bridal wreath bush - but this one is a tree - has recently brought me back to the days of yore. We had a row of the bushes planted along the south side of our house where I grew up. Now, the purple-pink of the redbuds is almost past. Spring's delicate greens are everywhere I look.
Just down the street, there are lilacs in bloom. I need take just a few steps off the sidewalk to bury my nose in their delicate scent for a few deep breaths. (I know the people who live there - I know they don't mind sharing just a bit.)
I've been out in the yard, cleaning up the detritus of the winter just past, plunging my fingers into the dirt, enjoying its touch, reluctantly yielding to common sense and donning garden gloves to keep the skin on my fingers intact.
I am here!
Today, now.
So grateful.
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