It's hard not to think of Wordsworth here in spring struck NYC! Everywhere I look: daffodils, crocuses, trees with white or pink blossoms.
As you know, I've been thinking a lot about the dualities of the heart, how it holds grief and joy, despair and hope, all at the same time. And walking through these Greenwich Village streets yesterday and seeing spring in all its glory brought that duality to mind yet again. A winter with 110 inches of snow, a winter so gloomy it seemed spring might just not come this year. And then here it is in all its glory! As Pablo Neruda said: "You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming."
Are these not words to hold close when our hearts ache? When it seems we are in the midst of an endless winter?