Springtime through the eyes of depression |
Green. Not forest green or blue green… only spring green. The green that follows the long, dark winter. Green that allows you finally to take a deep breath in without the burning cold shivering lungs or debilitating gray skies. The kind of green that makes you reconsider your faith reminding you that there is still a God and like the green slowly appearing on the trees you are able to smile. Green is not just a color but a hope. Once it enters my eyes it runs down my face becoming a smell that somehow seeps into my soul. It is a necessary reminder after what has felt like an eternity of darkness that just as the buds must struggle to form on the trees I too must struggle to find my way back to the sunlight. As a child the falling leaves in autumn the ones that in an effort to save the tree had lost their color and finally let go were not a sign of beauty I watched in confusion as the others oo’ed and ahh’ed as the numerous colors were spilled upon the trees. it was like a painter who had just created a beautiful work of art had dropped his paint pallet on the canvas and in defeat had walked away from the painting. No, I did not see beauty but death. It was a sign of the inevitable that the days would soon get shorter and the night would take control. This was my warning that summer was fading and snow would soon cover my life. Like a thick blanket of wet cotton it would envelop me and leave me with nothing more than the air to survive. It would cloud my eyes and weigh upon my feet. it would drain all hope from me. But in the spring God sends a gift. Green. It is as if someone has cut the blanket that is suffocating me removed the blinding cotton from my eyes and has helped me to my feet. It is the breath of life from which my spirit can begin to awaken. Green is not just a color but a feeling a hope a blessing. Have you ever felt “green” dance upon your soul like the dance of a child? Have you ever experienced the release of a thousand nights from your spirit just by the sight of a budding tree? My hope is this… that you will be able to take pleasure in one of the many blessings we are so often given and yet so easily overlook. |