Spring

Today’s Poem ~ Craving for Spring

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Craving for Spring

D. H. Lawrence

I wish it were spring in the world.

Let it be spring!
Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap!
Come, rush of creation!
Come, life! surge through this mass of mortification!
Come, sweep away these exquisite, ghastly first-flowers,
which are rather last-flowers!
Come, thaw down their cool portentousness, dissolve them:
snowdrops, straight, death-veined exhalations of white and purple crocuses,
flowers of the penumbra, issue of corruption, nourished in mortification,
jets of exquisite finality;
Come, spring, make havoc of them!

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Today’s Inspiration ~ Hold On, Spring Will Come

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“Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never make a negative decision in the low time. Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods. Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come.”

~ Robert H. Schuller

Think About It

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The days continue to grow shorter in the northern hemisphere. Nights are colder. Winter is only a few weeks away. It is a season where the north winds bite our face and turn our ears red. It is a season where snow will cover the ground and life enters a dormant stage. It is a season for reflecting on where we’re heading. If we’re not happy with our direction, we can think about where we want to go. It’s not by accident that spring follows winter and is filled with new life and hope. After this winter, a new spring awaits you. It’s still a way off, but it will come. Use winter to prepare for the new life that will arise in you.

Something to Think About

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Winter hasn’t arrived, yet, I’m already looking forward to spring. I have a bit of a wait. Spring is the stuff of hope. It is the stuff of new life, new dreams, and the start of new adventures. We all have winters in our life. The winters in our life are the periods of waiting, holding on to hope, and believing that which we can’t see, will once again happen. Winter requires us to have faith that spring will return. Winter requires us to have patience. Winter requires us to trust the inevitable flow of life. We may as well accept winter and roll with it. I’m going to try to that, but I’ll keep an eye open for signs of spring.

Today’s Inspiration ~ If It’s Gong to Happen, It Will Happen

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“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.”

~ Pablo Neruda

What If . . .

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What if I suddenly lost my eyesight would I realize what a wonderful gift eyesight had been? Would I miss the vibrant colors of a spring or the leaves turning in the fall? Would I miss the bright blue sky and golden noonday sun on a summer’s day? Would I miss the fanciful flight of birds darting in and out of my live oak? Eyesight is a wonderful gift. I am grateful. I think I’ll much on some carrots.

🤗 A Better Life ~ I Love Spring

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Spring is a bit less than a week away. I love spring. In south Texas I begin looking for signs of spring in early February. Spring comes early and lasts until the beginning of May. I watch with gratitude as birds return to their bird houses, flowering trees show off, and the grass turns a vibrant green and Earth wakes from its winter slumber. Life wins. Life always wins. I really love spring.

Today’s Poem ~ Craving for Spring

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Craving for Spring

D. H. Lawrence

I wish it were spring in the world.

Let it be spring!
Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap!
Come, rush of creation!
Come, life! surge through this mass of mortification!
Come, sweep away these exquisite, ghastly first-flowers,
which are rather last-flowers!
Come, thaw down their cool portentousness, dissolve them:
snowdrops, straight, death-veined exhalations of white and purple crocuses,
flowers of the penumbra, issue of corruption, nourished in mortification,
jets of exquisite finality;
Come, spring, make havoc of them!

The Human Seasons ~ John Keats

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The Human Seasons 

John Keats

Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
     There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
     Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
     Spring’s honied cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
     Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
     He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness—to let fair things
     Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.

Look ~ Christina Rosetti

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Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
  Two lilies on a single stem,
Two butterflies upon one flower:—
  Oh happy they who look on them.

Who look upon them hand in hand
  Flushed in the rosy summer light;
Who look upon them hand in hand
  And never give a thought to night.

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