Little Bright Spots/Big Migrations
I listen to the news lately and I want to go lay my face in the lush spring grass, overgrown and cool, damp.
It’s too much.
I also wake up every day to the absolute victory of seeing my once severely debilitated kiddo walking a little bit, laughing, talking to us, making coffee, getting around by themselves in their wheelchair. After the horror we experienced over the last three years and the multiple neurosurgeries… it’s staggeringly beautiful.
It’s miraculous.
And confusing.
I remember reading a magazine in the hospital, looking at photos of caribou swimming during their migration; pushed to their limit, expending everything they had. I felt that. I did something like that; that big migration, and now I’m on the other side.
Where do we fit in?
How does so much of the world treat life so carelessly?
Isn’t everything a miracle?!
It’s been helping me to look hard at the small stuff- to see what’s coming (Spring! Bees!), to find that the natural world carries on, regardless. Little bright spots everywhere!
We are all linked to what has come before us and what will come after us.
We all walk on the same ground; we all live, will struggle and will die
And all at once we have these little spots of brilliance, ground level stuff- microcosms in a fleeting moment, that are also part of an epic story of victories and defeats
In which all our brightness threads through, inextinguishable.
Here we are;
Seeing the wonder,
Feeling the rumble in the ground
April Coppini
April 2025
I listen to the news lately and I want to go lay my face in the lush spring grass, overgrown and cool, damp.
It’s too much.
I also wake up every day to the absolute victory of seeing my once severely debilitated kiddo walking a little bit, laughing, talking to us, making coffee, getting around by themselves in their wheelchair. After the horror we experienced over the last three years and the multiple neurosurgeries… it’s staggeringly beautiful.
It’s miraculous.
And confusing.
I remember reading a magazine in the hospital, looking at photos of caribou swimming during their migration; pushed to their limit, expending everything they had. I felt that. I did something like that; that big migration, and now I’m on the other side.
Where do we fit in?
How does so much of the world treat life so carelessly?
Isn’t everything a miracle?!
It’s been helping me to look hard at the small stuff- to see what’s coming (Spring! Bees!), to find that the natural world carries on, regardless. Little bright spots everywhere!
We are all linked to what has come before us and what will come after us.
We all walk on the same ground; we all live, will struggle and will die
And all at once we have these little spots of brilliance, ground level stuff- microcosms in a fleeting moment, that are also part of an epic story of victories and defeats
In which all our brightness threads through, inextinguishable.
Here we are;
Seeing the wonder,
Feeling the rumble in the ground
April Coppini
April 2025
