“When spring knocks at your door, regardless of the time of year or season of our lives, run, do not walk to that door, throw it open with wild abandon, and say, “Yes! Yes, come in! Do me, and do me big!” ― Jeffrey R. Anderson, The Nature of Things – Navigating Everyday Life with Grace
[Sigh]. Winter. Cold, baron, drab, depressing, devastating, distasteful, douche baggy winter. Three to four months of hell. Cold as hell. Productivity goes down. Depression goes up. The longest month of the year has the least amount of days in it. No football, a Hallmark Holiday and dirty snow. It inspired me to write a poem some years back.
[Exhale]. With all this depressing crap something begins to happen in March. The dead rise. The old gain youth. The youth lose innocence. The innocent become guilty. The guilty become adored. Adoration for the freedom of a world away from the couch. Our clothes become smaller as do our waistlines. We can once again join all the other animals and celebrate our mother and all the fruit she gives us.
College basketball gives us one of the most exciting times in sports throughout the year. We throw our money at these 18 and 19 year olds and root on teams that we have no interest in. One weekend can sway your Destiny so much. After the mad dash of basketball, baseball comes to life. Grown men playing with balls and sticks. I love watching men play with their sticks and balls. Their smooth white balls and their hard tan sticks. Each year we fellow Cubs fans have a false sense of hope. A false sense of hope that rings true for everything that spring is.
Spring is hope. With its blooms and mild temperatures, spring gives us hope that this year will be better than the last. I have hope that this will be. I’ve done and been through a lot in the past year, and I trust that those experiences will bloom and flower into a more productive and better year. I’m closer to the MILF of my children than I ever have been. My offspring are blooming and become little people. Not midgets, 2013 averaged sized people who are 4 and 2. Didn’t want any confusion there. I have things in the works that may set me free and allow me to continue on my creative journey.
Photography and music have rejoined my life next to my writing for healthy outlets. I can paint the world in light and silence and words again. Life is becoming more fulfilling again. I have hope. It’s getting warming outside and it’s getting warmer inside my heart. My “individuality” is becoming self-aware and it smiles. There’s nothing quite like looking at someone’s eyes through the lens and capturing their innocence and “individuality.” I break them down and build them back up piece by piece inside a little rectangle box. I have the power to construct them with light. With spring comes more light.
Spring rids us of nostalgia. No longer are we stuck in the basement looking at photographs from childhood and highschool. We are out making new photographs and nostalgia. We are accepting of the cruel idea of time. Our teeth show more in spring. We make more wrinkles in spring. Everyone is okay with this, because spring brings hope. I will leave you with a new poem. The antithesis of the former.
today is wednesday
tomorrow will come
by and by again
without an end
without an agenda
when I was 4 I had a toy duck
when I was 14 I could give a fuck
when I was 24 I couldn’t save a buck
now I realize life doesn’t suck
today is a day closer to spring
a reason to wake up and smile
a reason to kiss your wife and children
soon it will be summer, then fall, then winter
but we will always spring back
Please to enjoy.