The arrival of spring

The Auckland Domain is beside Starship Hospital. It is a big expanse of grass and trees. We inevitably find ourselves walking around it whenever we can’t be with Albie. This morning he is in a sedated MRI scan to ascertain his brain damage, if any, from last week’s cardiac arrest. We’ve been moseying about aimlessly. The trees still looked barren, the leaves still missing. But then, I saw that spring is on his way.

“Here we are in spring. And the tussle is on. On one side, winter does not want to let go of its hold. On the other side, the warmth of summer wants to break in. And this is played out in the skies, the clouds, the lightning, the rainbows, the sun. And on the ground are delicate little plants. They’re fragile. Last fall, they gambled. “To survive the winter, we will need to shed our leaves.” And they did. The gamble was, “Summer will come again and, when it does, we will be able to put out our leaves and once again become whole.””Maharaji

Its the same with Albie. The winter snows are melting.