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Yes, I know there’s an economic crisis.  I know, I know, I know, but . . . grousing about this or that which ails us seemed quite out of place last month when I started writing this column because it was April -- April in Istanbul   Now, April, anywhere, has been a bittersweet time for me for some years now, but that having been said, there is still much to recommend April in Istanbul.  It’s undeniably gorgeous, lush, embracing – it was even difficult for me to stay melancholy inside an April in Istanbul.  Even in an April when the economy went belly up.  Now, as we go to press, it’s May.  The economy is still unbelievably terrible (our salaries were late this month) but how can one quibble about details like that when this amazing season continues to unfold. 

In the mornings the air is soft and warm and you know it’s time to take the cotton clothes out of the trunk to wash and iron.  There’s the air, and then there are the birds -- birds certainly figure large in spring.  There are hundreds of species of birds in Turkey –  wrens, robins, starlings, swallows, cormorants, storks, sparrow hawks, falcons,  kestrels, and best of all, the turtle doves (kumru – the name sounds a bit like their song).  These mornings the birds start singing even before the first call to prayer.  A short while ago I was in the garden having pulled out the green plants that grow in the cracks of the stone walls and turned over the earth in the beds.  Everything is ready for the new toprak boyası and the plants.  I was sitting there drinking a glass of red wine, just enjoying the peace of it all.  The sky was dark because it was about to rain but everything was very quiet. Then, a bird I didn’t recognize pierced the stillness with a deep, melodic warbling.  It was as if it pierced the fragments of wintry sadness in me, opened them up, and said “Spring is here!”  These days are full now of epiphanies like that one, and they’re especially welcome in the midst of this horrible economic turmoil we have been thrown into.  Today, for example, I rode down the wide, tree-lined avenue that leads from Beşiktaş to Ortaköy.  Have you ever really looked at those trees, or at the gardens above the walls along one side of this street?  Have you ever really looked at the massive gates to the palace?  Never mind it’s a five star hotel now – whenever I look I still see a palace.  Those gates are incredible   I can imagine them opening and wonderful processions passing through them. 

The image of massive gates swinging open to allow passage evokes the function of spring.  Spring opens up the darkness of the year (or, on another level, of an existential condition, whether individual or collective – my sad yearnings, our country’s current woes, doesn’t matter)) to allow longer, light-filled days, new growth, possibility, and hope.  Ah yes, that’s what spring means/does.  Spring creates hope.  It is precisely this process that has been repeated for the time of the age of this earth and it is precisely this process that will continue to occur for the remainder of the life of this earth.  This process is all about song, music, dance, love, giving . . .

What must one do in a spring like this one? 
Reste une seule solution possible :
ouvrir les mains
comme si elles étaient des feuilles.  
One possible solution remains:
to open the hands
as if they were foliage.

from Roberto Juarroz, Onzieme Poésie Verticale 

Someone who knows very well what April means to me sent a message wishing me “flowers, light, and hope” for this April.  Certainly things could be worse, no?  Even if it’s true that depression and melancholy can have initiatory effects, as psychologist Carl Jung claimed, surely there’s no place for such things in a spring like this.  Now is the time to make everything new -- in an individual life, or a national life, doesn’t matter.   I’ll quote from Orhan Veli another time.  Here, Rumi is perfect:  

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the threshold
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.

Now is the time to plant the garden, clean the rugs, air out the bedding, wash and iron everything you can get your hands on, and in at least one case I know, finish sanding those doors and painting them verdant green.   Now is also the time to open your heart, and your soul – open them up to the soft, sweet breezes of what can be.  

New is important.  Joy is important.  Possibility is important.  Hope is important.  Oh, yes.

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