Sometimes it seems that the ultimate tragedy of being alive is forgetfulness. Forgetting to pay attention, forgetting yourself, forgetting others. Forgetting that you are forgetting. Forgetfulness feels like a shadow of something elsewhere. It's HARD to stay awake! I feel like every winter something inside me hibernates while the rest of me gets on with it.
This is one of the reasons why I love spring so much. Everything around me wipes the sleep from its eyes for another deep breath around the sun. It's a blessing to have that reminder raise it self from the earth and say "Wake up" before things slip away even further. Daffodils erupting into sunlight and slow motion firework trees remembering the sky.
