Trees full of Cherry Blossoms on the parking lot. I looked, I stared, but I don’t see and notice them. Busy, in a hurry, rushing late, too many worries to fix, just some of my excuses.
Then one day, on my way to the car, the wind started to blow the pink and white flowers that collected on the pavement. First, it was gentle forward, backward, sideways directions, then a swirling circular motion moving swiftly the flowers upwards higher and higher. By the time I was opening my car door, the flowers looked like they were dancing Waltz in a Grand Ball. This time, I see them. This time I notice them.
I can’t remember much of what I did last Spring. I can’t remember if I took time to see and notice the beautiful signs of growth and rebirth. Perhaps I did. May be I didn’t. How many magic did I missed? How many was I blessed to have? Again, Brain Neurons unable to recall.
Today, I made a promise to myself to see and notice the changes of seasons whether I remember them or not. I will try to appreciate the fleeting spectacular dance of Life, Colors and Hope of Nature as often as I can. I will try to listen to their songs and try to understand the message they want to connect. Perhaps it holds some of the secrets to the Happiness and Peace that I hungrily seek. If so, then it’s worth the try.
“Field of Dreams is a field full of wildflower blooms nourished by People’s dreams. They don’t happen in the same spot and no one knows where they will appear next.”
Driving interstate 5, hypnotic stretch of green hills and brown land. Then out of nowhere a field of bright yellow blooms appeared. I had to stop. I had to see, notice and appreciate, even for a few minutes. Son, wasn’t as thrilled. He said, “Great! Dad is stopping for Nature again.”
I parked safely on the side of the road. The landscape just beautiful and quietly content. Stunning display of yellows, greens, blues and some purple and pink. Nature just made a masterpiece painting just for me and everyone who will find time to stop, see, notice and appreciate it.
We drove several more hours, did some quick stop overs to stretched, eat, buy coffee, rest and use the toilet to pee. Nowhere after have we seen another field of yellow blooms. That was it. It was a one time spontaneous Nature show and spectacle to welcome Spring. One time joyful, radiant, sunny smile of Spring Start Off for 2022.
So much is happening to us, our community, our country, our world. It’s easy to be swept away and dance like puppets unable seemingly to move, think and speak voluntarily. But truth is, we can stop and dance to our own tune, sing our own songs, express our own passions, thoughts and feeling as vast as the acres and acres of Cherry Blossoms along our highway of life. We can paint Life and it’s Seasons however we want, whenever we want. We just have to seize its opportunities and moments when they unfold.
Take time to see and smell the flowers. They won’t be there when the scorching heat of Summer burns all that were once radiant and beautiful. Like all Seasons past, the flowers will wither and die. Petals and Seeds will fall to the ground. Winter will cover them with snow, dirt and dead leaves. After Winter, Spring once again will come alive whether we stop to enjoy it or not.
Next Spring will have its new Field of Dreams whether we are there or not. The cycle of Life will go on as Nature intended. It doesn’t need us for that to happen, but we need Nature for our lives to happen.