I have not written here for almost two months. As the days passed by I would say “I really should write …” and then realized that “should” is not the right reason for writing, so I did not submit anything. I did muse about it but that is as far as it got.
I became occupied with numerous other activities, such as learning all about being a music librarian. Nevertheless, my daily meditations or quiet times were niggled with the absence of a missive on these pages … but I waited and waited in hopes of an inspiration. After all, if I am going to write anything, there should be a reason, a message … something more than just a recording of the mundane daily activities of Csilla Moffat in Prince George.
There is another reason why I have not visited here. I have not wanted to indulge in self-pity and furthermore, I did not wish to record it. You see this time of year Vancouver bursts with a virulent rebirth in nature – a Celebration of Life. It is a season that I adore. I walk in Stanley Park every day and watch the trees don their beautiful crowns of white and pink blossoms which gradually change to a lush green foliage. There is none of that here in Prince George. The trees are still bare although most of the snow from the ground has now melted away. So I have been waiting … for rebirth? for inspiration?
This entry is not the result of an inspiration nor is there yet a sign of rebirth in nature. It simply is. I have decided to wait no more because as this amazing little illustration shows, life is about now, just as it is. And to quote my youngest: This too shall pass.
The trees will soon turn green here and Vancouver springs will be waiting for me next year. I am filing away the photos sent by well-meaning friends and heading over to visit my two boisterous grand-children. Their joy and energy easily replaces cherry blossoms and budding tulips. They are my spring, my budding blossoms, and there is no need to wait because they are always there and they celebrate life regardless of what is happening outdoors!