Awakening

After a string of mediocre springs, we’ve been presented this year with a nearly picture-perfect display of new life in Central Illinois. Warm days and cool nights — coupled with just the right amount of rain — have made for a brilliant, lasting display of flowering trees and shrubs supported by a foundation of tulips, daffodils and other flowering bulbs. The flowering crabapples perhaps have been the most impressive– forming dense, fragrant canopies of white, pink and red.


It is striking to me that we’re being treated to such a spectacle of nature, simultaneous to my own personal search for rebirth and belief. Lest you think I’m heading to the nearest revival, I assure you that my rebirth won’t be anything of a traditional religious reawakening. Rather, I’m searching for a more concrete something to hang my spiritual hat on. And I suspect the juxtaposition of efficiency and intricacy found in these spring blooms — in fact, in all of nature — might lead more to my awakening than any communion of humanity can offer.

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