Bounce: The capacity to “spring”

a Costa Rican ylang ylang blossom; wishing you more happiness, joy, spring and bounce!

When I was a little girl, on May 1st (or maybe the night before) we made tiny baskets of flowers and anonymously left them on the doorsteps of our neighbors. I haven’t thought about this tradition in so many years…how sweet was that?!  I remember leaving them, and how excited I felt seeing them on our doorstep too. Yesterday I was walking with my mother and she said something about loving spring and then said, “Years ago I wrote you a letter, telling you that you reminded me of spring”. I believed her, but did not have any recollection of that letter. What sweet words…to have never really “heard” until yesterday, 30-35 years later. They felt like a surprise gift.

Recently I was with a friend and his 15-year-old daughter. She had been in a play and did a wonderful job. Her father was complimenting her all over the place and I could just see his words almost bouncing off her. It was as if she was thinking, “Yeah, yeah I know you think I’m great but who cares what you think?!” I wonder if, in 40 years, she will remember his kind, supportive words? I seem to have remembered the negative things that my parents said to me, and wonder how, I too, might have just let the positive ones bounce off…not thinking that their opinions/feelings were important.

As I looked up the history of May Day this morning, one site said that this day’s celebrations mark the end of the dark season of no growth and the beginning of new growth/life and spring. Negative thoughts and words do weigh us down…inhibit our ability to enjoy life..I want more “spring in my step” not less, more lightness of spirit, happiness and inner joy. I want more “spring”!  I would like to set my intention to listen for, and to really hear, more of the good that is being said; to let the negative words that I hear be the ones that bounce off.

10 thoughts on “Bounce: The capacity to “spring””

  1. Mary,
    Very interesting post. What sticks and what bounces in our memories. We can and do adjust our memories over time. I think how the teenage daughter may have been so wrapped up in wishing to hear a vote of confidence from another or her mother that she missed the positive input from Dad. How if your mother who encouraged you to spread the light and beauty of spring to neighbors, stuck. Yet your mothers own words written or not bounced. It is so easy to give up what we already have searching to find what we do not. Moving forward as you say if our intention is to listen and hear the positive we can adjust our memories and view them all in a more positive light. I feel it is important to allow bad or negative memories to bounce. We can not change their affect on us in the past but we can change their affect on us in the present and future. Then we can truly feel the spring in us and blossom.

  2. Happy Sunday to you too Mary and thanks for the wishes of “Happiness, Joy, and Spring”; and may the good you do bounce back to you today and always.

  3. I wonder why the hurtful words seem to stick in our memories and the positive ones sometimes bounce off. Perhaps the hurtful ones have a sharper edge and penetrate deeper? I would like to think there were words of praise that I have forgotten, perhaps I can create some and focus on those! It’s important when we talk to children to remember how very meaningful our words are and how they impact their lives.
    And on to spring! Today is bright and sunny here in Spring Creek (yesterday it was snowing!) A time for renewal, growth and wonder! Thank you dear Mary.

  4. You know Mary, I have come to think of your blog as soul food. I read your post and then just as eagerly the comments of the others that come here daily. Thank you fo that. I am so struck by the truth of being in a positive light and letting the negative bounce off…not always easy to do and I think your words help me live my life a little more gladly. “Carpe Diem!”

  5. I know it wasn’t the real focus or message in your blog posting today, but I loved your reference to May baskets. I was just thinking of this earlier since where I grew up in the midwest, May baskets were a huge tradition. Every kid in grade school was expected to bring May baskets for all their classmates – a fun creative project that also reaped big rewards. I remember some did include flowers (typically a lilac) but mainly just popcorn and candy or other goodies. I still think of this special day from my childhood every year on May 1st.

    As a side note, I’m LOVING my “Doors” calendar and thank you again for bringing this treasure to my attention.

    Happy May!

  6. Thank you, Mary, for using the word Bounce with Spring. That, alone, made me smile. And what a wonderful gift to have held Ylang Ylang – one of my favorite scents. Of all the people I know, you are one of the most positive, always, nothing short of a gift from the Goddess.:)

  7. Sweet, sweet, sweet. Your words frame my day.
    The first dance round my May pole is dedicated to you and the joy you bring!

  8. What a beautiful photo of you. Your mom’s comments about you reminding her of Spring were touching. My mom, no longer living, was not one to lavish us with showers of praise. Several years ago she sent me a card with daffodils on it for my birthday and wrote, “When you were born the daffodils were blooming,” and said she came home from the hospital to vases of daffodils from friends. It touched me deeply. I have a “daffodil room” now (the guest room). And, yes, the criticisms and reproofs are the words we tend to remember, and as Mom got older she seemed to become aware of the hurts that words had inflicted and became more open with her praise and asked for forgiveness. She was a very sweet woman and I miss her so much. Our “Spring” of a reborn relationship came in the Winter of her life, but it came, and I cherish the memories of that time as my siblings and I cared for her.

  9. Mary, thank you for your picture holding the flowers and your lovely words of wisdom. Today is my mother’s birthday. She would be 90 if she had not departed in 2002. We were never close, partly because of the domestic violence she was trying to survive. She could not be there for us emotionally and deep wounds have been weathered by myself and my two sisters. (my book addresses this). But–on this day and because of your comments about you and your mom–I am in a space of remembering my mom and how she loved us in her own way. She sacrificed so much for us. And without ever knowing it, passed on to us some deep values which my sisters and I cherish and sometimes talk about.

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