Wistfully walking around the other half of our new yard, I am perplexed yet pleased at every turn. Perplexed because I’m full of questions: What is the name of that flower? Is it an annual or a perennial? Does it grow naturally or was it planted? Is it exotic or common? I am pleased because even the tiniest weed registers as gorgeous to my eye, and the flora has unabashedly presented itself for the visual “taking.”
Examining my own life, I realize there are times for pruning and pulling, and other times for observing and accepting. Akin to the wisdom of watching one’s yard for a year before digging or cutting, I must be keenly tuned in to a frequency of awareness without judgment as I settle into a fresh life.
I am seeking clues to my next steps. Do I let events evolve naturally or do I plot out my life garden’s design? Do I scatter seed to witness the embryonic emerging or do I make room for a mature plant?
I am still wandering my way through the property’s rich floral brocade and through my own spiritual tapestry. As time passes, I will become more familiar with my surroundings and my own life path. But there will always be surprises. Anticipating them is half the fun.
All photos © Sondra Sula.
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