|Photo by: Hudson Kelly|
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
The Birth of Spring
For me this voice came after my baby sister’s Spring Sing. As I sat in the audience, listening to her angelic voice sing I was suddenly overcome with the need to go on a walk. The second the performance was over I grabbed my bag, told my mom I would meet her at home, and made my way through the streets of my hometown. As I walked my mind wandered away from me and settled itself in the land of what ifs, while feet went down streets I hadn’t walked on in years because of my ability to drive.
When I reached my street I did not stop, I kept going, knowing that home was not where I was suppose to be. So I followed my gut until I reached a grassy field by my house and, because it felt right, I sat down on a bench, withdrew my portable notebook and pen, and began to write.
Not being able to stop, I poured my heart out to that little gray notebook with the purple strap. I wrote down my uncertainties and my fears, my secrets and my epiphanies and I kept writing until there was nothing left in me and when it was over I laid myself down on a grassy hill, closed my eyes and dreamed.
As I meditated in the sun, the world around me started to make sense and I realized I had to let go. Sometimes over planning your life does not help you future, but living in the moment and taking that moment to breathe does.
When I awoke, I found a ladybug crawling on my arm. Staring at her as I basked in the sun, I felt the little lady’s luck grow inside me until I was rejuvenated. Picking up my bag, I ran home, grabbed my guitar and returned to my little spot on the hill of the grassy meadow and began strumming out a tune until a song came forth. And in that moment, I knew spring, the time of rebirth, had come.
Hudson Kelly x