A friend pointed out that my 365 photo project recently has become all about sprouty things.
Seriously. I’m thrilled. Gob-smacked. Do you understand how amazing spring is? Have you really noticed what is going on in the ground under your feet, in the warming air, the rising sap? The robins returning? I feel about spring and sprouty things a little like this guy does about double rainbows.
I know this video is “so 2010″… It became infamous and the videographer himself became the butt of many jokes last summer when it was first posted — but I absolutely love this for its honesty and rapture. The awe and wonder in his voice, how very moved and broken this man is by what he sees — it is s0 beautiful and infectious. Even after many viewings the clip still bring me genuine joy. Why aren’t we ALL this moved by the beauty of nature that surrounds us? What’s wrong with us?
Cause spring really is some kind of frickin’ miracle. I’d say that spring is intoxicating, except that is just not the right connotation at all. I think the reverse is more true, that the return of spring brings us back to our senses, not farther from them, that spring revives us, it reminds us of the fantastic power of life, it reinvigorates us, infuses us with new passion and zest:
Spring has done me the benevolent favour of melting away the creative block that I’ve been stuck under all winter, and this new painting is the byproduct. Sprouts on the brain, I say! And good timing too; starting this friday, I’ll be showing work at our neighbourhood cafe, The Heart of the Hammer, ’til April 30th. If I’m lucky and manage to hold onto the muse, there might be another new painting to join this one in the display, too…
In the midst of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
Be well, my friends.