On my way home I pass a grassy stone wall on top of which someone has planted daffodil bulbs. Every year at this time as I swing around this particular corner~in my car, on my bike or running~ the wall is lined with yellow nodding flowers.
If you have ever been in a race of any kind you will know how it feels to be cheered on by strangers lining the route, strangers who nevertheless want you to make it. They smile and clap and cheer and they yell “Come on!You can do it!” and no matter how hard you are finding it or how much pain you are in the most marvellous feeling rushes up inside and you feel that finally you are a part of everything and that good feeling is the rule in the world rather than the exception.
When I pass the daffodils I am reminded of that good feeling as their sunny heads bob and nod in the March wind that might carry~ if only I could hear them~ high light voices bubbling “Come on girl!You can do it!”