Crescendo of Spring; My Full Cup

Today, on my walk through the neighborhood, I felt a crescendo of the season, which began when I spotted some lavender lilacs in bloom. Finally, I thought, they’re here. Now, May and springtime seemed complete. Turning a corner, there were more lilacs, then more a little further on. I took a picture of a select bush of them standing tall under a clear sky. Further on, trees gently shook in the breeze.

I grew full from all the verdancy around me, such thriving, joy-provoking leaves and blooms everywhere. And the sorrows lingering inside my mind and body welled up, folding like a wave into a stronger, confident fount of thrill and gratitude. Not for the first time, I thanked the trees and plants for their bountiful splendor; the cared-for homes all about (including my own); the big-hearted, gentle man I have for a husband; the meaningful job I have; and on and on. I was not dismissing the mountains of pain in this present, uncertain world or sad and anguished moments strewn over the path of my own past, some of which still overly-inform certain relationships for me to this day. Rather, I felt like a vessel with room inside to hold all of this. I was a container fashioned of gratitude and awareness of the present, beauty-filled moment, soaking in the richness of my surroundings. All of this became like a substance spreading out from the edges into the depths inside me, my bones, my heart. This could and would sustain me now and in the days ahead, this here-and-now sense of presence, a wealth beyond measure.

“Remember this day, these moments,” I said to myself as I gazed upon a Japanese maple, its almost burgundy and rust-red leaves shimmering in the sun.

I wistfully wished I could share this time with some others in my life in addition to my husband. I walked along in this paradox, a sense of joyous unity with everything around me yet awareness of prolonged separation from particular people with whom I share strained histories. Such is life for many of us, perhaps even everyone to some extent these days, this happy moment of clear connection in which we find ourselves that also holds lingering sad ones of disconnection. That is what it is. But, again, all of this was folded into me, bathed and held by an ocean of gratitude, a sense of aliveness, and then, also, I realized, hope.

Today, finally, I understood more clearly a truer, deeper meaning of “My cup runneth over.” And my cup is part of an ever-larger cup.

4 thoughts on “Crescendo of Spring; My Full Cup

  1. Truly beautiful! I had a day much like yours today. The blooming of lilacs a most-welcome sight, along with a splendid meadow of yellow wildflowers. “Finally”, I said to myself. That feeling of being close to nature and the peacefulness that comes with it. Observed a family of turtles (mom and babies) and a snake attempting to catch a bird at the side of a huge pond. Thankfully, he did not get his breakfast. That surely would have ruined the peacefulness I was so grateful for. That wistfulness and connection/disconnection you speak so eloquently about seems especially poignant when we are surrounded by such beauty, bittersweet almost. Your last two sentences, “My cup runneth over”. And my cup is part of an ever-larger cup. were met with a moment of pause to settle into that sense of “completeness and gratitude” that the birth of everything around us on this beautiful spring day reminded me of just how precious life can be. Thank you for sharing your meaningful day with us.

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