April 14, 2005
It's Spring
Above my desk is the saying: The universe rearranges itself to accommodate your picture of reality. I’m not exactly certain what this means; at the same time I’m absolutely certain it’s the truth.
Today the universe is looking huge and healthy and benign. April is the month of budding trees in Minnesota, of tulips breaking ground and the grass turning from brown to green in a matter of hours under a spring rain. Three years ago my friend, Sally, died of cancer and my friend, Margaret bought up about a million red tulip bulbs (Sally’s favorite flower) and dispensed them to her friends across the country saying, “Plant them in your garden and when they come up, think of Sally.” Which is what we do. We keep each other posted about how things are progressing. Ten of mine popped up the same day! Mine are all budding now! Mine have bloomed and they were spectacular! It was the best idea in the world and makes us feel close—not only to Sally but to each other. Makes me feel like I’m back in college, too, when I first met these women in a sorority that we founded all by our little selves some fifty years ago. Holy buckets, how can I be that old? My picture of reality is that I’m about eighteen (maybe nineteen) with my whole life in front of me still. So how come I have these kids in their forties and grandkids who are teenagers? It’s a mystery. It’s that old pesky universe rearranging itself again. It’s Spring.
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