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What if there were no spring? by Misha Lyuve

Apr 24, 2011

Tilips, spring

What if there were no spring? If the earth forgot to awaken this year? If trees decided not to bloom? If flowers didn’t feel like opening up? If birds changed their mind about chirping?

If humans weren’t overwhelmed with exhilaration, excitement and anxiety for the newness of life? For its change? For falling in love or falling out of it? For being inwardly ripe with inspiration and pregnant with ideas that are just impossible to hold inside? 

Strolling though Central Park and its Conservatory Garden, I was simply blown away by the abundance, variety and ease with which nature produces its creations. And I am thinking why wouldn’t we all ride on the waves of this magnificent creativity? Why would not we take advantage of this influx of life by taking out our dry paints or opening unfinished notebooks or brushing dust off abandoned musical instruments or just starting some crazy new project that will entice our existence and those around us with art, beauty and life?

 And by the way, this is a call into action!

Blooming Magnolia in Central Park

The world is full of color, music and rhyme
And not to feel them, I say, is a crime
And if you’re tired or bored or can’t see
Just talk to me, just talk to me, just talk to me!

And the boundaries were blurry… by Misha Lyuve

Dec 30, 2010

 So I was taking a walk (more of an obstacle course) in Central Park right after the big snowstorms a few days ago. Even with all the layers, gloves, a hat and a scarf it was still kinda chilly. And as I was climbing though snow mounts, I realized that in a year I completely forgot what winter’s like and that my toes get cold and that snow easily gets into boots and that gloves get wet……and here she was – a bride in a photo shoot; a real bride, in white, with bare shoulders, bride hair – the full bride shabadang (and even a groom hiding under a pink umbrella).

And suddenly I saw it right in front me – Life. All of it. Ridiculous.  Beautiful. Tragic. Funny. Unstoppable.

And it was up to me whether I wanted to judge, to laugh or to cry; whether I wanted to be a witness or a participant or both.

And the boundaries were blurry.