Blossoms

As I trudged home yesterday after a full day of activity, I noticed the crocus blossoms which lined my two-mile journey. I had been centered on human conversation and pragmatic tasks all day. It was gratifying and tiring. My mind was full of human things as I set out  for home. Organization, contingencies, plans. All of it human folly to some degree.

The crocus blossoms were doing what they do in beds and scattered through neglected lawns. Despite a harsh winter, they were as full and brilliantly colored as ever. Stout clumps of purple, white or yellow blossoms stood in natural solidarity. Mindless. Beautiful. Alive. My breathing slowed after the initial sigh of recognition that I had to be reminded by the blossoms that it is Spring. I joined them in a more natural state of being as I made my way home. My feet lightened on the pavement. My full attention focused on my present place in The Universe.