Happy Spring

Easter is just around the corner and spring has made its entrance for good. It is my favorite season and I love how the whole world around me re-awakes. Flowers and leafs pop out at a stunning pace and the gray that surrounded you for month vanishes to leave room for a mosaic of bright colors. It´s a happy time, full of promises and expectations. Apparently it is also the time, when I get a bit more spiritual than usual. "oh no! you cry, don´t get all emotional and deep now!"  and don´t worry, I won´t. What I would like to do, however, is to share this really nice poem with you. I stumbled upon it the other day and fell in love with it. Hopefully you enjoy it as much as I did. 

Such Singing in the Wild Branches  

by  Mary Oliver: 

It was spring

and finally I heard him

among the first leaves

then I saw him clutching the limb

in an island of shade

with his red-brown feathers 

all trim and neat for the new year.

First, I stood still 

and thought of nothing.

Then I began to listen.

Then I was filled with gladness

and that's when it happened,

when I seemed to float,

to be, myself, a wing or a tree

and I began to understand 

what the bird was saying, 

and the sands in the glass

stopped

for a pure white moment

while gravity sprinkled upward

like rain, rising,

and in fact

it became difficult to tell 

just what it was that was singing

it was the thrush for sure, but it seemed

not a single thrush, but himself, and all

his brothers,

and also the trees around them,

as well as the gliding, long-tailed clouds

in the perfectly blue sky

all, all of them

were singing.

And, of course, yes, so it seemed,

so was I.

Such soft and solemn and perfect music doesn't last

for more than a few moments.

It's one of those magical places wise people

like to talk about.

One of the things they say about it, that is true,

is that, once you've been there,

you're there forever.

Listen, everyone has a chance.

Is it spring, is it morning?

Are there trees near you,

and does your own soul need comforting?

Quick, then

open the door and fly on your heavy feet; the song

may already be drifting away.