“Be careful of what you wish for, it may come true.” goes the old saw.
I say become aware of your wishes, hopes and dreams. What are they, right now?
Can you observe them without judgment or evaluation?
Lately, I’ve been haunted by the end of winter and the birth of spring. I want to attend to this annual miracle. When I was eighteen and a freshman at MIT I was struck enough by Housman’s poem “The loveliest of trees, the cherry now” to memorize it and recite it to myself or anyone who’d listen every year since. It’s been fifty years, fifty springs so for me the crucial line should now read:
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty Three springs are little room
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
Now my dream is to savor the bloom. In Pablo Neruda’s love poem (written when he was about eighteen)
I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
And so, aware of my dream, Marie and I booked a trip to Washington, DC for April 2-4 when the thousand cherry trees surrounding the Jefferson Memorial and the Tidal Basin will be in peak bloom. It’s an impulsive trip based on deep awareness of wishes, hopes and dreams. Also longing.
