Blossom: Lifting One’s Spirit and Letting It Soar

“. . . at this season, the blossom is out in full now, there in the west early. It’s a plum tree, it looks like apple blossom but it’s white, and looking at it, instead of saying “Oh that’s nice blossom” … last week looking at it through the window when I’m writing, I see it is the whitest, frothiest, blossomest blossom that there ever could be, and I can see it. Things are both more trivial than they ever were, and more important than they ever were, and the difference between the trivial and the important doesn’t seem to matter. But the nowness of everything is absolutely wondrous, and if people could see that, you know. There’s no way of telling you; you have to experience it, but the glory of it, if you like, the comfort of it, the reassurance … The fact is, if you see the present tense, boy do you see it! And boy can you celebrate it.”

Dennis Potter, Seeing the Blossom: Two Interviews and a Lecture

Lessons Blossom Brings

I really do love this time of year in Ireland. We know that every year that certain trees will blossom and yet every year we are again surprised by the delicate beauty and stand and gape in awe. Life feels good when we see such a wonderful display of pinks, whites, reds and other colours.

When the breezes rustle the branches, the blossom scatters like wedding confetti, decorating all around like icing on a cake. To some, that may seem a nuisance but to others it makes them feel like dancing and to whirl and twirl like the blossom.

Gradually the leaves come out and we realise the transient beauty of blossom but we know in our hearts it will come again.

All this can be true of love too:


Has a way of wilting
Or blossoming
At the strangest,
Most unpredictable hour.
This is how love is,
An uncontrollable beast
In the form of a flower.
The sun does not always shine on it.
Nor does the rain always pour on it
Nor should it always get beaten by a storm.
Love does not always emit the sweetest scents,
And sometimes it can sting with its thorns.
Water it.
Give it plenty of sunlight.
Nurture it,
And the flower of love will
Outlive you.
Neglect it or keep dissecting it,
And its petals will quickly curl up and die.
This is how love is,
Perfection is a delusional vision.
So love the person who loves you
And abandon the one
Who only loves you
Under favorable

Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

Letting Ourselves Blossom And In Doing So Help Others To Blossom

You are never too young or too old to blossom. With love to warm, physical and mental nourishment, being watered often with encouragement and ideas in an environment which helps us to grow we can all blossom. Sometimes we might have to reach down to our own roots to do this but the results will be magnificent and beautiful to see. When we feel that opening up inside ourselves we can help others to do the same.

“Suddenly she was seeing the buds on the cherry trees around her; she could feel the energy packed within them, a bouquet of fireworks whose fuse had already been lit. She could smell them, too, a subtle essence of pink and lollipops, the sweetness deepened by the scent of the slowly warming earth below them.”

― Erica Bauermeister, The Lost Art of Mixing

“A cherry tree was coming into bloom, shooting out a froth of sugar-pink blossoms. She could see from its size and the gnarled branches that it was a mature tree, yet still capable of putting on such a wonderful show.

A new beginning every spring, even from an old tree.”

― Maggie Alderson, The Scent of You

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