I will be brief, as perhaps will spring in New England. It was 39 degrees this morning but now it has warmed up some. The sunlight is brighter and the feeling is spring-like even when the weather adds confusion to what ought to be a simple matter.
This opening and growth, though, that isn't a simple matter, is it? Here, in one small limb of a single tree - look at the complexity. Yet it unfolds with the grace of simplicity. How can that be? It's not my strong suit, I who seem to make simple things complex, I don't get it. Here we have this magnificent unfolding, this coordination of more components that I can even imagine. And there it is: without apparent effort, the leaves emerge, the buds open.
Perhaps the key word is "apparent" by which I mean that it may be a lack of sufficient discernment on my part. The work, the discipline, perhaps even the struggle, may simpy be invisible to my eyes.
And yet, in truth, does it matter? Does anyone need to think about this? Isn't it sufficient on this glorious morning to simply see it and give thanks? Yes. For me, today, that is sufficient!