As the result of some minor surgery that is keeping me out of the gym and off my bike, I’ve taken time to wander through several favorite Seattle Parks in the last week. Two of my favorites, the University of Washington Arboretum and Volunteer Park are glorious. Pink and white magnolias, early weeping cherries, big-blossomed camellias, deep coral quince, yellow forsythia and all manner of daffodils are in full spectacular bloom. I can’t help but love them all – I want to slip under their floral canopies and see the sky from their flowery vantage. The spring sky itself is worthy of praise – brilliant cerulean blue that deepens to an almost purple hue at dusk. The other night, as I was walking home, the moon was just shy of full. Through my skylight in the middle of the night, its distant glow gave me a feeling of comfort. Wherever I am, each month I watch as the moon reaches its full potential and spreads its kind glow across the night sky.
Season changes and moon phases are magical. They give us the opportunity to renew ourselves and, at the same time, feast our eyes. We are very lucky to live in such a beautiful world with its (hopefully if we are a little more careful) capacity to renew itself. While there are many uncertainties on our earth at the present and too many inequities, the beginning of spring is an annual joy. Maybe where you live, spring isn’t here yet or perhaps you are in the southern hemisphere and moving into fall. It doesn’t have to be spring – every season has a reason for joy. Take notice. Don’t take the seasonal change for granted. Go for a walk and explore the world around you. Wander aimlessly among the trees. Perhaps indulge in an exercise that some friends of mine and I did recently: imagine your perfect day – not some fantasy day but a real day that you can capture in your life right now.
Then go out and live it.
Here is my experience of a perfect early spring day. I was staying on the central California coast in a small house owned by one of my three sisters. I am lucky enough to be one of four sisters. We decided to share a sisters’ weekend together. We are all middle-aged married women, two of us retired and two still actively engaged in their professions. We’ve spent many holidays and vacations together over the years but we had never spent a weekend together just the four of us, unencumbered by husbands and children. It was time to remedy that.