Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Bittersweet spring


























It's aching. Spring is here. Flower buds are breaking through. Its beautiful. And painful. In so many ways. A great artist is lost. It hurts. Nature is beautiful. It hurts. Life is on high speed. It hurts. I want to slow it all down. I wonder if everything was slowed down even before, maybe the artist would have lived. I play his tunes, over and over again. I read about him. Desperate to find answers to why such a talent had to leave so soon. It doesn't feel fair. Life isn't fair. And still... I guess I'm grieving like so many others. The 24-year old Annette in me who would have been there on his shows, dancing herself crazy and filling herself up with music euphoria... Maybe that is why this tragedy is touching me so deeply.

I walk my garden, talk to the cats, pick some spring flowers. Celebrate life. That I am here. In this very enchanting moment when everything is breaking free, coming alive. It is so so overwhelming, I want to save it all, catch it in my hands like you catch a butterfly, and keep it for later.... But spring can't be captured. It runs too fast.

Cats are everywhere, outside. I stumble over them. They meow, they chase birds. Oh the bird song. The bees. The mountains. The blue bird sky. My big girl studying in the garden. My little girl running bare feet up the hill. My boy on the basket ball court. My love doing the finishing touches on his motorcycle renovation project. It is so stunning, ready to make someone else happy. For sale. It is all here. Love. Everywhere I look I see it and feel it. And still I feel pain. Pain because of the beauty in it all. Because of the loss of someone who's life had just started... And I'm thinking, he had a great journey, it is not all just sad. It is just as beautiful as spring itself. The thought is kind of comforting...

I sit on my bench, listen to his melodies, crochet a row or two and sip my coffee. Life can be so bitter sweet. Actually, it always is. Maybe it is supposed to be that way. To create the perfect harmony. Just like the perfect harmony in a song.





Kärlek
Annette


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5 comments :

  1. Annette, Beautiful words, I agree with you 100%. I love your pictures. I visited Switzerland last fall, love it there, would go there any minute, miss all these beautiful cows with bells, just love it:) Greetings from NJ:)

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  2. Always so sad when someone so young dies. How beautifully you have written about life with you right now. Bittersweet indeed. Hugs, CJ xx

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  3. What beautiful photographs, I especially love the tree next to your bench - such a vibrant yellow. I also feel sad at the loss of this talented young man, the same age as my daughter, and my 24 year old self would definitely be dancing with you.

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  4. Hi Annette,
    I love all the photos you took. Makes me feel like I'm in Switserland for a split second. You can write so beautifully. I get why you're sad, a big big talent is lost. And spring is moving so fast. Life is moving too fast. I want to slow down.
    Have a nice (slow) weekend Annette.

    Sweet greetings,
    Emily
    (casacreaemilia.blogspot.nl)

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  5. I tried to comment on your lovely blog, but they don't appear for some reason, so here goes again, fingers crossed. The loss of Avicii is terribly sad, so young and so talented, sadder still when you find yourself surrounded by so much beauty, bursting into life.

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Kärlek
Annette

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