In the Season...

Yesterday I took advantage of the cooler temperatures to set about making the seasonal changes my small garden calls for. It is nearly October and I feel I am ready to begin planting again.
The Zinnias, now plagued with a powdery mildew, common this time of year, had grown to such a height that I could barely reach to trim the latest blooms. I always hesitate to pull them up, they are so giving.
I took a moment to recall the number of arrangements collected from this small cutting garden, colorful bouquets that had graced my home, hospital rooms and neighbor’s porches, and silently communicated my gratitude.
In the midst of salvaging the last blooms, I sensed I was no longer alone. In a ruby and emerald flash I had a tiny visitor who seemed rather determined to “stay in my face”.
“Oh, I see”, I said out loud while lowering my clippers and taking a few steps back. Hovering, he reminded me that while the season was indeed changing, that he was still in need, harvesting for his long migratory journey. Needless to say, I left him plenty. This task can wait.
Lesson of the day…To everything there is a purpose and a season...don't hurry them.

Emote

The other day I caught myself giving a “thumbs up”. I had to stop for a minute because a thumbs up is not my usual way of communicating. I thought on this a bit and realized that I was actually taking an emotional “short cut”; not putting energy into the exchange, not using my words. It made me ):
Real emotions are complex, you can feel them. They cause the hair to stand up on your arm, the eyes to well with tears and the heart to skip a beat. In a world where emotions are taught to be buried and controlled, I say go ahead and feel, express, and contribute. Don’t be the emoji. Don't make "the face".

Awaiting

I don't know about ya'll, but I am forever muttering, "Lord give me patience" while I go about frettin' and wonderin' what's takin' so dang long. Then it hit me...more times than not, "the wait" is the lesson. Okay, breath! Enjoy this glorious Monday!

Didn't see that comin' ...

I used to tell folks all the time, "I hate surprises!" I have always preferred the plan...the one with the details and the exit strategy. But I have to tell you, if it wasn't for a couple of unexpected events in my life, I'd know way less about myself than I do today. What you don't see comin' might just be a blessin'.

Go-Be-Do...there is still time

Ahhhh, August 1. You can just start to see the difference in the daylight, the leaves while not turning are starting to fade. Our internal clocks are readying for what is to come. I hope your season was bountiful, that your summer desires transformed from wishes and dreams to the flower that is reality. Go-Be-Do there is still time.
 https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/23988.Mary_Oliver

Weedin'

I've been a bit timid about going outside lately, what with the heat and such, but this morning was perfect, low humidity and cool for mid-July. After a perusal of the gardens I figured it was time for me to do some serious weedin' which got me to thinkin'.
What if I was as dutiful in life as I was with the garden? What if I took the time to actually rip out by the roots all that doubt and worry along with the negative folks that fed it? There's no quick fix for that, no spray and no trowel sharp enough. That's soul work, but you know, sometimes it's a labor of love. Self love. Happy gardening my friends.

No Words

There are indeed those who feel the radio or television "voices" are speaking to them directly. I'm not going to challenge them, poems speak to me...as does light and shadow. We all receive our messages from source and usually interpret them to affirm our own predilection. All that intellectualizing aside. This morning I went to open a file I had saved and received this message.
I thought..."Well then...I'll just have to wait."