The Blossoming of Human Life

Blossom is everywhere in Shropshire at the moment.

I have been reading a book called Wayfaring by Margaret Silf, and some of her words got me thinking about how human life is a kind of blossoming:

“Each human life reflects the same pattern as the universe itself – beginning from a single point, infinitesimally small, and expanding outwards, constantly revealing more and more of its immeasurable potential”
Wayfaring, p.1

There has been the deadness of winter, and now life starts again in the world of trees, bushes and wild flowers. The warmth and light of our distant star, the sun, miraculously calls forth a response from life here on earth.

And we also come from nothing. We depend on the love of others, not a distant star, and yet we also long for “light” of a different kind – the light of hope, the light of relationships, the light of love.

Enjoy the blossoming of human life!

To Live Is To Be

To live

Is to be

That is the blossoming

Of a great mystery.

As If Life Blossomed Happily

It’s nearly December, yet the cherry tree nearby is in full blossom. Shrewsbury is a beautiful place anyway, but this unseasonal touch of beauty, has helped add some cheer to gloomy November days, and remind me of the good in life.

Outside my window

The blossoming

Of the cherry tree

In bleak November

As if there was

No pandemic of grief

As if life blossomed

Happily.