Something interesting I noticed about spring: the remnants of fall still litter the floor. No matter how much snow and rain has fallen to cover the grounds, the dead leaves are still there. I'm shocked and a little disappointed I hadn't noticed something this like 18 years ago. I'm also redefining the meaning of spring, but in all honestly we all are. Is spring really the way they speak about it in poetry? Regrowth and happiness and flowers and birds? Because if anyone sits in the middle of their lawn's grass mid-spring, they'll understand what I mean. No, you shouldn't be inside with a hot cup of coffee, rain pitter-pattering on the glass window as you read a wholesome book for this exercise.
I'm talking about immersing yourself in the stale air. Sitting so that your legs are free and bottom is frozen due to the cold grass. Sitting under trees, to notice that the birds are chirping but they are doing so from inside the comfort of their homes. Songs of not renewal, nor arrival. Songs of gratitude. Silent songs where they have been in silence too long. They haven't really emerged but are giving us a glimpse of what is to come.
Maybe you haven't understood yet that the geese and seagulls fight for space during springtime. Less birds singing and more screeching and shouting and quacking. The trees. Oh, man. Let me tell you. They aren't green or budding, of course. But they're still in cold winds, and they don't remind me of growth. They remind me of release. As if all the winter snow has done is suffocated the life out of the poor leaves, and now they a chance to finally be themselves - before they decompose again, never to be reborn. The twigs and branches, proving they have a beautiful side to them - the one where their insides smell of maple sap and brown scar marks fill their outer bark. Some are green. It looks like a mix of molded bread and fresh acne.
Nobody has described spring to me the way I see it today. Everybody has already demonized winter, given up hope on fall, complained about summer - but spring, even with all these chilly winds nobody seems to mind. In light of April being National Poetry Month, I'd like to show you the first image that popped up in Google when I searched "poems about spring by famous authors."
You see what I mean. But hey, listen. Maybe it's not too bad. Remember that verse, one of the more popular verses from the Quran, "Indeed, with hardship [will be] ease" (Sahih International - 94:6). I think I understand now. In this verse, instead of the word 'after' every hardship will be ease, the Arabic word for 'with' is used. This connection proves that there is ease within a hardship. I went outside and saw all of this hardship in spring, because it's clearly there. But then there's ease too. Maybe the geese and seagulls fighting isn't so bad after all, to be honest it does make for an entertaining view. It's like watching hockey without the puck. And the hockey stick. Maybe the decomposing leaves aren't so bad, I was able to use them as a cushion for my legs while sitting on the grass. And alright, spring does give us a reason to pick up reading that wholesome book. If we can see the beauty in the hardship within spring, why can't we see it in our lives?
May Peace Be Upon You, Asalamu Alaykum!
"O you who have believed, do not put [yourselves] before Allah and His Messenger but fear Allah. Indeed, Allah is Hearing and Knowing." - Quran 49:1 (Sahih International)
"The best among you are those who have the best manners and character." - Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him)
"I am not what happened to me, I am what I chose to become." - Carl Jung
"The function of leadership is to create more leaders, not followers." - Ralph Nader
"You have never had to steal my breath or take it away, somehow you have always managed to convince me to hand it over freely." - Tyler Knott Gregson
"These mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb." - Najwa Zebian
"I finally understand that I do not write, I leak." - Tyler Knott Gregson
"I am too little butter on too much bread. I am too many thoughts in too little head." - Tyler Knott Gregson
"How can land be owned by another man...is the sky owned by birds and the river owned by fish." - Lupe Fiasco
"Who you are, what you think, feel, and do, what you love—is the sum of what you focus on." - Carl Newport
"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." - George Bernard Shaw
"The pain leaves bit by bit. Be patient. You are healing." - Yasmin Mogahed
"An image I always like is of a circle of knowledge — but as the circle grows, as the diameter increases, so does the circumference that’s in contact with all that darkness outside the circle of light — that ignorance." - Stuart Firestein
"Sometimes the only way to catch your breath is to lose it completely." - Tyler Knott Gregson
"It's the repetition of affirmations that leads to belief. Once that belief becomes deep conviction, things begin to happen." - Muhammad Ali
"Love isn't soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close." - Stephen King
"To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or a rainbow in its climbing, falling colors." - Maya Angelou
"What we need is more people who specialize in the impossible." - Theodore Roethke
"Travelling. It leave you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller." - Ibn Battuta
"It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone." - Rose Kennedy
"Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory." - Dr. Seuss
Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant. – Robert Louis Stevenson