THE EARTH LAUGHS IN FLOWERS.

THE EARTH LAUGHS IN FLOWERS.

I walk through a golden wood, it is a crisp, cold early Spring day and for the first time in weeks there is not a cloud in the sky. The woods breathe fresh, scented air, the trees sigh out their dampness. All life here reaches for the bright sun rays, this is a beautiful new day.

I have left the eviscerated home of a broken marriage. Twenty Five years of a slow decay. The final separation had begun nearly a decade before. Intimacy and sharing fading as the time passed. Our children, desperately wanted and loved, somehow pushed further distance between us. The drudge of everyday life draining our passion and joy, both of us forgetting why. I want to blame the other but we both knew eventually something had to give. We emptied out as our children grew into adulthood before we knew it, leaving us with each other in separate worlds. We tried connecting through with optimistic interests, searching for that lost path, but the silence was too loud.

 I have been walking a spiritual path for a short while, the other did not understand or care. The journey has brought me a peace of sorts. Teachings on the hidden, the esoteric, the mysterious ignited a spark in me. At first I looked through sceptical eyes, thinking it was imagination over reason, fancy over reality. Then a dream came to me one night. An embankment in this wood, a carpet of violet blue flowers, vibrant, alive, welcoming. Something in that ordinary spring image touched me deeply, something I could not explain. Then the following days the almost addictive anticipation of the time I would see that wonderful dream in reality.

And here I stand in the sensuous peace of the wood it made real on this special morning. I hear something seemingly far away. Happy sounds that reveal itself to me as soft laughter. I look about me, are there other walkers taking in the wonder of the day. There is no one. Then I know. The flowers are laughing, not cruelly, but with the joy of the sun, with the joy of rebirth, with the joy of wonder. I look across the length of the wood and listen with a broadening smile as the flowers’ laughter grows louder. The sound reaches my lips. The rest of my life begins in that laughter.