Image of 'That Tree' by Mark Hirsch
For me, this is the time of year in which possibility abounds.
It's everywhere, a feeling of newness, of potential: in the greening of the trees, the new long-lasting light, the school holiday season and advance into a kaleidoscope of summer colours, the approach of the heart of the year, figuratively speaking.
Standing on the cusp of May, the cusp of summer, the cusp of freefalling wide open space dreaming/doing, the view of the horizon is magnificent. There's no better feeling in the world really than of things being possible. Like Emily, this is the time that 'I dwell in possibility.'
And what a lovely place it is to be.
I Dwell in Possibility (657) ~ Emily Dickinson
I dwell in Possibility—
A fairer House than Prose—
More numerous of Windows—
Of Chambers as the Cedars—
Impregnable of Eye—
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky—
Of Visitors—the fairest—
The spreading wide of narrow Hands
To gather Paradise—