residuals
In late May, I chose to step outside of a well-worn path.
I did not go to the garden center.
I did not purchase flats of colorful lovelies.
I did not fill ten expectant planters with summer cheer.
Why?
Because I was working to complete the rough draft of Poise (Book 4 has a title!) along with starting another new-to-me project. I chose to experiment with letting go of something old to make space for something(s) new.
The garden pots sat empty (?) through May.
In early June though, there was life!
One full pot of self-seeded violas and another of snapdragons now flourish — without any care from me.
How cool is that?
Expect nothing; live frugally on surprise.
~ Alice Walker
One message I gleaned is that ignoring some of our “life-pots” might allow them to have their own best lives. And in return we are able to plant in some new pots of our own.
I sensed freedom as I read this today.
“...letting go of something old to make space for something(s) new.”
I often feel the pinch when I skip the first part of letting go and simply add something new.
I also struggle with even the phrase “letting go” -- seems (to me) that the phrase implies unfinished, incomplete, disloyal -- even more personally challenging for me than “failed” as I have learned to love failure and embracing the word.
Hmmm...this will be good for me to simmer on a bit. Didn’t realize how much of a trigger that phrase would be!