I sat for a long while today looking at the grasses, seeds, and flowers that are now blossoming in the yard. It took weeks upon weeks of preparing soil, digging, watering, and wishing before little sprouts began to show themselves. So many days of wondering will those anticipated green specks trickle out from the rich soil to show themselves to the world? Will they emerge and grow to their own identity?
I am, myself, going through a transformation…again. For the last many months I have been involved in a few situations that were just not in my best interest or my “cup of tea”. I struggled with these issues hoping to remedy them and bring peace. It was not to be. I chose to walk away because I could no longer see a solution with me in it. The only way for me to continue to grow, was to accept the loss and move out of those gardens. In walking away, I found myself at home again and in the quiet which so often gets overlooked. In the quiet, I also saw our yard which had become neglected while I tried to reach out elsewhere. I knew I now had work to do. Plenty of it!
I am so not a gardener. As I often tell my husband, “we’re all good at something.” Yard work is not for me, at least I thought. In revitalizing our yard, I started to regrow myself. I cannot believe the excitement I have in sharing the emergence of our latest green bean or sunflower. I never thought I would admit that once in a while I talk to plants. Until recently, I certainly can’t remember the last time I zipped inside at 7 in the morning to grab the camera to photograph some still unidentified white flower growing amid the beautiful green blades of grass now abundant under our oak trees. I am illuminated by nature, and it feels really good. I could look at this transformation in yard work as the chore that I once did, or I can grow into it like the new buds that surround me. This is a choice. This is my choice. I must choose (and I do) how I will approach my day and how I will react to what lies before me. We choose our personal journeys like this all day long.
Beyond all of this and as an introduction to you, I am also a wife, mother, daughter, caregiver, friend, “once a Guv’na always a Guv’na”, writer, and human. I have so much to share with you and tell you, but please always know this…our
interactions will always end the same way and with the same reminder to us all:
“we choose what comes out of our mouth, what stays in our head and what lives
in our heart.” Peace to you and yours….
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