My Spring Fiction

 We’ve now entered the season where, as Alexander Pope put it, my own “hope springs eternal.” As the temperatures rise and new life slowly emerges seemingly from death -- from faded lawns, sparse trees and decaying leaf piles -- all becomes possible once again!  At least in my mind.

Even now as I imagine blossoms bursting forth from the malformed pear tree that I would have chopped down years ago but for its cheery springtime color, I know that I can perform miracles in my own life.

Whereas yesterday I fretted over when I would find the time to floss (much less, the time to write), today I know solutions will bloom for me. My optimism is not well founded. I’ve run the numbers and know there are not 28 hours in a day. But, Spring has arrived transmuting all known laws of mathematics.

Over the past few months I’ve been keenly aware that making a living in the real world has gotten harder. Springtime, however, is here and the world is resurrected. Can economic recovery be far behind when the robins have returned?

What is it about Spring that renews my spirit … if not my reality?  How is it that any human being can rise above dismal prospects to hope-filled delusions?  And what can be said for those few who translate their impossible dreams into tangible success stories?

So, for today I’ll live in my magical world, the one that fueled my little girl dreams ... where I’d never heard the words “implausible,” “unlikely” or "impractical." That place where denial is the law of the land. Objectivity can prevail another time.

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Safe within this wish-based space, I now add, "it's good to be back!" Back to this blog ... without a clue of where I'll find the time to write! Perhaps you know the feeling?

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[Pepsoid/Dan]

Hey, Bren! :) :) :)

A quote from a book I have just finished (Danny Wallace's "Friends Like These")...

"It is better to travel hopefully than to arrive..."

Damn, I can't remember the last word! My memory these days... Parenthood!

Well anyway, the above incomplete quote is, I believe, how it is normally quoted in full, if you see what I mean, so you get the general gist.

Which, in a roundabout way, means I utterly approve of immersing oneself in hope... and what better time to do so than in the Spring! :)

And also...

Welcome back! :) :) :)

[Brenda]

Haizum and Max,
Thanks for the warm welcome "home"! We're having snow today, so it does not quite feel like spring. Still, I know it's here due to the warmth of blogging friends like you!

[Haizum]

Welcome back Brenda!!!

[Max Coutinho]

Hey Brenda,

Welcome back :D!!!

How are you, darling?

Cheer up: you know that all things happen for a reason; besides Spring is here...so we must welcome Mother Nature's rebirth with a smile upon our faces :D!

Hang in there! *hug*

Cheers

[Brenda]

Cheryl and Tammy, Thanks for your warm welcomes back! I can't wait to catch up on your journeys!

[Cheryl Wright]

Yes, yes, yes. You're back and I know the sun will shine a little brighter and the pathway will seem a little clearer because you've re-joined us enroute to all that lies ahead in our lives and our individual endeavors.

Oh and ditto to all that Tammy said.

[Tammy]

Hey there. I was sitting at my computer checking emails and there you were. Welcome back my friend. I think you will see many of us have been doing the same. Taking time away. Taking time to find something. What? I don't know but I know I needed my space also.

I hope your time away was great. I hope all is well with your job. I hope that somehow you regained the hope. If you did...please share. If not you can just join in with the rest of us. Ha! We can find that optimism together as long as we don't raise our own expectations too much.

What have I learned since you have been away. Life is sometimes a calculated risk. Life is sometimes taking a journey that you least expect. The sad part is you take that risk, you realize that it may not have been the right thing for your heart,accepting rejection, and learning to slam on the breaks quickly. We are all human. Right?

I am so glad you have returned. There are not 28 hours in a day but I am sure you will find time to write. It is a release that helps sometimes.

I am glad you are back!

(A Day to Share) dba (A Cricket in a Garden) dba (Standing Still) (Do you think I lost myself somewhere?)

Tammy