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Since 1998 I've been sending out these reflections first thing each week--one or more quotes plus my thoughts about the intersections and contradictions. They're archived here back to 2002, and a new one is posted every Monday morning. Dialogue is still welcome . . .

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Quote #1131 - #BlossomSpring

22 Apr, 2024

BLOSSOM SPRING


"After that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air ... the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere."
Willa Cather
MY ANTONIA

"It'll be spring soon. And the orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket ... and eating the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?"
J.R.R. Tolkien
THE RETURN OF THE KING

"It always amazes me to look at the little, wrinkled brown seeds and think of the rainbows in 'em ... You couldn't hardly believe there was life in them tiny things, some no bigger than grains of dust, let alone colour and scent, if you hadn't seen the miracle, could you?"
L.M. Montgomery
ANNE'S HOUSE OF DREAMS


I remember the taste of strawberries
when there are none--
I remember
the smell, the pop of sweetness,
the feel of it squishing between my teeth
and on my tongue.
Strawberries, blueberries, blackberries,
boysenberries.
Each their own universe of smell and taste
and texture.

I wonder sometimes how much it is possible
for us to destroy this world we love
(but do not love nearly enough),
how much fear and pride
and their ensuing out-lash
will we instigate and/or endure
so that maybe
someday
all that will be left
will be the memory
of all we believe we held as precious
but not as precious
as those fears and foolish pride
that make us selfish, ruthless,
mercenary.

Spring will always come.
The seasons are far beyond us,
will flourish far beyond us.
But this spring I wonder:
will we be here for it?

And will there be berries?

Shellen Lubin
April 22, 2024


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