Cogitation 21/199 Saturday 25 May 2019 Journey in a new season has launched, albeit the elements having delayed farmers and gardeners from their plantings. Nevertheless, spring has woken, erupted even, from the slumber of winter. There’s work–and imagining–to do.
Imagining? As in looking beyond the reality, the practical, the probabilities, the problems, the work at hand? Yes, as in adding flights of fancy to the visible tasks that need doing. Yes to imagining change. Yes to believing in building a better future, not just defending fragmentary lives. Yes to laughter, fun, reflection. Yes to stretching mind and spirit with body. Yes to soil and soul.
Whose imagination in January–other than skiers–has not been fired by journeys promised by the new birth of spring? Spring journeys offer wide swaths of growth that lay dormant in winter.
Journey of trillium
The woods this week were alive with trillium, Jack-in-the-Pulpits, May Apples, animal tracks, bird song. Newly hatched chicks at my brother and sister-in-law’s home chirped and huddled under a heat lamp at 95 degrees. Productions at the Stratford Festival of Canada were staged in previews, preparing for opening night.
Journey of hatchlings
Journey in the woods
Where does a wild turkey journey?
Journey tiptoeing through the tulips, divas of spring
Journey of the bard and other artists, Stratford Festival
We saw The Neverending Story, The Merry Wives of Windsor, and will see Billy Elliot, the musical, this afternoon. Summaries another time. Then it’s on to an evening with family, an ever delightful feast for body and mind and spirit. I’m grateful for today, the sum of the longer and recent past, the journey charged with doing and being. Peace, joy and love.