‘The Daffodil Run’: my Spring Ritual

I  have a ritual which I’ve repeated for a long time now. From late February each year, I go into the Botanic Gardens in Glasgow  via the Kirklee gate entrance, stroll up the path, and have a close look at the earth border to the left. Green shoots are just appearing. I check them every week, as the stems grow taller and sturdier, and the buds fatter. There is a magic moment  in mid to late March when, at last, I see the first daffodil of Spring.

Quite often, I punch the air and go “Yes!!” That moment provides a rush of pleasure which remains with me the whole day.  I call my ritual The Daffodil Run. You think I’m daft? I know it’s an important part of  what keeps me sane.

There are very few clear evening skies in Glasgow, Scotland, UK. If you’re rushing up Byres Road on the way home on one of those rare nights, especially when you cross the Queen Margaret Drive bridge, look out for a small woman standing still, gazing at the sky. That’ll be me, admiring the wonderful, fragile beauty of a new crescent  moon.

 Even in the city, in the increasingly hurried pattern of 21st century life, it is possible to maintain a connection to the cycles of the seasons and the rhythms of nature. It’s increasingly recognised that regular contact of this kind is an important component in establishing and maintaining the kind of inner balance and peace that promotes happiness.

One of the many advantages of living in a small country like Scotland is that access to the great outdoors is not difficult – half an hour out of Glasgow, for example, it is possible to disappear into lovely countryside and forget the existence of the city very quickly. Try it !

It doesn’t matter how stressed you are, how much angst you are carrying. A couple of hours of  tramping across the hills, often in rain and wind, focusing on nothing more complex than  where you put every footstep in order to avoid disappearing up to your waist in a bog, is guaranteed to purge out at least some of it.

Over many years of  walking, I have offered the hills both my joys and my sorrows, and  have found validation for the former and solace for the latter. In homeopathic medicine, broadly speaking, you treat an ailment with a very dilute form of the toxin which caused it. I have found the homeopathic principle works very well with bleakness of the soul or spirit. That condition can be effectively treated by choosing weather and landscape to match your mood, and immersing yourself in it for a few hours. Meeting bleakness with bleakness has a powerfully cleansing effect.

Complementary to this is the powerfully life-affirming effect that natural beauty can have.

"I am the Soul of Nature...."

“I am the Soul of Nature….”

Standing on top of a favourite hill on a sunlit day, looking at stunning panoramic views, listening to the joyous song of a skylark, feeling at one with the wind and the landscape, has on numerous occasions made me feel so glad to be alive that I have wept for joy.

These experiences may fade in the face of the rigours of an average life. But if you repeat them often enough, you develop a sense of being part of the great round of nature, where joy and sorrow, youth, maturity, decline, death and rebirth all have their part. You also learn, slowly, the importance to being a happy person of being able to ” grasp the joy as it flies”, celebrate the moment, “seize the day.”

( First published in “Self & Society”(The Journal of Humanistic Psychology) (UK)Vol 27 No 5, November 1999, then http://www.innerself.com : Innerself Magazine (USA), and most recently – March 09 –  in ‘ The Drumlin’, the Newsletter of Glasgow Botanic Gardens. )

Comments on this article are welcome

700 words copyright Anne Whitaker 2014
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8 responses to “‘The Daffodil Run’: my Spring Ritual

  1. I do the very same thing Anne, “In favourite remembered places” I watch eagerly for new signs of growth even in the darkest and gloomiest days of winter. That moment when the smack-you-in-the-eye colour of the first spring bloom appears is indeed a moment for a yell of pleasure and if you listen carefully when you are on that bridge you might just hear an echoing soul yelling from a little further north….. Carole xXx

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  2. Many thanks, Carole, for this affirmation from a fellow spirit! Next year, same time, same bridge, I ‘ll be listening….

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  3. Or, as John Milton put it,

    “Gratitude bestows reverence,
    allowing us to experience everyday epiphanies,
    those transcendent moments of awe
    that change forever how we experience life and the world.”

    And you’re so right – even in the heart of the city, those liminal experiences are possible.

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  4. I love this quote! Must go look it up. Thanks, Linda. The simple prescriptions of being grateful and living in the moment as much as possible, I think are two major keys to unlock the art of growing older with a reasonable amount of grace. And natural beauty is a great unlocker of gratitude! Enjoy the Spring where you are.

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  5. Great advice, Anne and lovely post. Nature does indeed soothe the soul and your post is a much needed reminder of that. Thanks for this.

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  6. Thanks for dropping by, BP! I’ve just been away with some friends at a wonderful retreat by the sea on the small island of Cumbrae, off the west coast of Scotland. The weather was pretty bad, but absence of rain on Saturday afternoon allowed us a two-hour walk around part of the island – lovely sea views, albeit misty, across to another well-loved Scottish isle, Arran. Most restorative, and great soul food!

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  7. Anne, during my recent visit to Morocco, I was disturbed to see the beautiful landscape in the desert littered with plastic bags of all colors…they even hung from trees as though someone had purposely hung them for decoration. The country is beautiful and haunting, the people warm, friendly and spiritual, yet sadly lacking in knowledge when it comes to the sacredness of their environment.

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