Potential and Magic, In the Beginning

“It was as black in the closet as blood.” (Alan Bradley, The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)

“I think I love signs of spring more than I love spring itself,” I said to Nathan after I made him play hooky with me for a couple of hours to wander through the botanical gardens. After all, it was my birthday and I didn’t want to be alone.  I love the potential of what is yet to come, the peeks of beauty being reborn out of the browns and grays of winter.

By now you might be wondering, “what do flowers and signs of spring have to do with the Alan Bradley quote?” or not–you could simply be throwing your hands up in disgust and surfing to another blog. But, if you bear with me, I will explain.

Yesterday, as I wandered through a landscape that is just beginning to show signs of life, I found myself in awe of the potential . . . of the beauty yet to come.

In the beginning lies my imagination of the wonders to follow.

The early days of spring hint at colors as yet unseen. Planning for a trip is sometimes more exciting than the trip itself.

The first line to any story, sets the tone for possibilities.

(See, I told you I’d get there.)

Last night I started reading The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie, a book that has been on my list for a while. I’m finally catching up on some of my list, after I decided that it was acceptable to spend some birthday money on myself, including buying a pile of books.  I read the first line, quoted above, and thought, “Wow, that’s an amazing first line.” I even read it allowed to Nathan.

His reaction was, “Ew!” followed by, “That is a good first line.”

I haven’t gotten far enough in to way much about the book yet, but so far I am enjoying it. I’m glad about that, because so often fabulous first lines, glorious beginnings, and the potential I imagine when something new starts result in disappointment.

For example, I just finished reading Anne Rice’s Of Love and Evil which began with an intriguing first line, “I dreamed a dream of angels.” I remember being so enamored by Interview with a Vampire. The richness of the language, the danger of the characters, the tension of good vs. evil, the seduction of possibility. However, this time I was disappointed. Perhaps it was coming into the second book of a series, without reading the first, but I found the potential of the first line simply disappeared.

Potential and magic lies in the beginning of everything. The secret, I believe, is making that potential grow to true magnificence. I am beginning to recognize that I am my own worst enemy because I am afraid of losing the potential of my beginnings.

I have a lot of wonderful first lines, but if I never complete them they only live in the world of potential.

I plan to make weekly visits to the botanical gardens this spring, so that I can watch the possibilities become realities. I hope, that as I see that potential does not have to lead to disappointment, I can fully discover my own possibilities.

 

I hope my first can blossom into a rich reality.

The magic lies in fulfilling all the potential possibilities.

This image comes from http://www.boston.com. I haven't seen the gardens in their full glory yet (didn't discover them until Christmas). But I wanted a shot of the potential fulfilled.

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