Today has been one of those days. April has been one of those months. “April is the cruelest month…” Yada, yada, Eliot…
The Robert Frost poem above so adequately speaks my mood these days. April for me is usually a one-thing-after-another, stressful, demanding kind of month, relentless in its pushing and pelting. It is sometimes easier to “lay lodged–though not dead” than it is to keep things in perspective and remember that this is just one “moment” that will eventually pass.
Though it is tempting to just “lay lodged” in this state of mind, I choose to rise and meet the challenges while focusing my gaze elsewhere.
I’d captured the red tulip and several others after the poor flowers had been pushed by the wind and “pelted,” no constantly pummeled, by rain for several days. I was happy to see them still standing, though a bit bowed. When I shot this photo, the message was powerful, empowering, and affirming. It wasn’t just a thing of beauty, but a symbol of perseverance and will, its beauty magnified in its reflection of the Divine.
In fact, I used it a few days later to share a bit of inspiration with family, friends, and colleagues, because such (im)perfect beauty only intensified my longing for Perfection.
It is a little curious that this one flower–one image–captures both feelings so effectively.