Summer seems to take forever to arrive to this part of the world. Sometimes love can feel like that too. Despite the long anticipation, we often feel unprepared for its arrival.
This past week’s heat wave was overwhelming but it’s hard to complain after such a long wait. The best we can do is embrace its offerings and enjoy each caress of summer warmth on our limbs.
The earth has received the embrace of the sun and we shall see the results of that love.
~ Sitting Bull
Peonies in the garden open their inner hearts gladly. How many of us dare to open our hearts so courageously to love? The combination of warm rains and sparkling sunshine has increased the size and number of their blooms. For some the abundance is a burden that can only be carried so long. How easily we too can flounder under the weight of all the responsibilities that accompany love.
Wild Ragged Robin flowers seem to have a more modest response. Their delicate petals stretch out in the sun as if to say ‘Here I am World. Take me as I am.’ Perhaps the happiest souls among us are those who simply feel loved for themselves, just as they are.
On the seashore, wet purplish-pink Irish Moss sparkles in the sunshine. If we are loved consistently and unconditionally, do we not begin to reflect love in the same way?
Love has its own time, its own season, and its own reasons for coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it or reason it into staying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you.
~ Kent Nerburn
In the back woods, new pink growth emerges from a partridgeberry bush, ravaged by hungry wildlife earlier this spring. Where there’s sunshine and warm rain, there’s the promise of an abundant harvest once the summer’s past. Perhaps the greatest comfort of love’s embrace is hope for the future.
Text and photographs Amy-Lynn Bell 2013