My Inner Worlds
This is my beloved cherry tree—the bottom picture taken this afternoon. Since Matt and I bought our first house, we have had a cherry or weeping cherry tree in our yard. Technically, we had a weeping willow at one of the many houses we’ve bought and sold, but I’m going to count it because it was beautiful with its languishing branches.
I prefer the cherry in full bloom, bright pink flowers decorating the outside view from our meditation room. Last year I developed a color blend of fountain pen ink that looks like a cherry blossom. I’m smitten. And I want those blooms back. Creating a color blend for “snow gray” doesn’t spark my creative muse. My journal holds a record of when I first spot color on the tree each winter (thankfully it doesn’t wait until spring to rise from the underworld). February 7 is the earliest date I’ve noticed, exactly three weeks from today. The latest is towards the end of February, but I don’t want to wait that long this year. Some part of me wants to make a philosophical analogy about our inner selves looking like this tree at different times and seasons in our lives. But the part of me that has been working non-stop since Christmas doing CPA stuff says, “Stop writing. Take a nap. Watch TV. Your brain is tired.” Like the cherry tree, I’ll be back in February…when my workload is more normal.
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Jeremy
1/17/2018 07:19:46 pm
I am ready for the blooms of spring now that my hope of a good snowfall has been fulfilled. And maybe our inner selves need to turn inwards (symbolized by winter) so that they can bloom anew. I like the analogy.
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Sarah
1/18/2018 08:59:43 am
Jeremy, I agree--we need the internal time to renew our creative energy. I'm missing the warmer days where I could leave the house in my yoga shorts, tank, and flip flops to head to the studio. Now I have to bundle up just for the drive over there. Glad you got your snowfall!
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