“It was an uncertain Spring.”
by In All Our Years
“It was an uncertain spring.”
is the first sentence from Virginia Woolf’s last novel,
It is actually so, an uncertain spring for many of us. Even with, the promise of warmer days and comfortable nights, there is the chance, seeds will not rise from their rest.
We can only hope, and with our motion, commotion and efforts toward our dreams, we will see the uncurling of our soft tender bodies rise and bloom toward the sun.
And we will, appreciate their beauty and marvel in the “uncertain spring” that was before us and we will love.
Virginia did feel her 59th spring, although cold that fateful March day. She loved and was loved. The following are her last words to the one she loved and the one who loved her dearly, in the way he was able to.
“Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that—everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer. I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been. V.”
May the spring of your life
bring you closer to the ones you love,
and the ones that- love you.