Flourishing with Sensory Processing Sensitivity
The Enkindled Spring
By D.H. Lawrence
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.
I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.
And I, what fountain of fire am I among
This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed
About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
Of flames, a shadow that’s gone astray, and is lost.
What I’m listening to: so our brains change when we look at the sky?
Fiction I’m cherishing–a beautiful, stirring, educational read.
Song on repeat: “We need a lot of love to walk through this life.”
What I’m pondering:
“One of my favorite things about time and space is that absolutely NOTHING can ever happen there that can’t be seen as the blessing that it is. Perspective rules.” – Mike Dooley