The most beautiful day and there's a native azalea blooming in the woods. The one I have planted in my yard is still tight-budded, but that one is open and standing with its pretty faces to the sky.
Each cluster looks like that. Baby pink, Magnolia June pink, spring bride blushing pink.
Sheets on the line, chickens scratching in the dirt, the very air alive with birdsong and breeze and all of it- the renewal, the rebirth, the reinvigoration of the life forces and this is all I want. Don't bring me the good news about Jesus, poor thing, destined to hang on the cross and rise from the grave for our sins over and over again. Don't bring me news about a different religion killing living people for their own beliefs or whatever twisted reason they have for murder, for bringing terror to a world that should be celebrating life, not reacting in horror to death.
Bring me these perfect moments that I may note them and write them down. Bring me the sweet water I am so rich to have flowing through my taps, the smell of spring as it heats the very loins of the earth so that new life springs forth from it again and again, the still gentle blessing of the sun as it warms, rather than burns.
Bring us all these things and peace and let us hold them in our hearts, our minds, our very souls, knowing that despite the unspeakable sorrows there are the almost unbearable joys and it is our own unending task to notice and give thanks for them whenever they appear.