The days are a mess. Sometimes I'm trying so hard to get something done that I'm literally not moving. It's at those moments my eyes search the space for something, anything, that will prompt my starched thoughts to fly freely. My window often draws my attention in moments like these. I'll get up, wander over and look out to see if anything is getting done that might be helpful to my present state. Sometimes the sky is interesting, brewing up...something. Sometimes my gaze finds interest in things closer to home. My windowsill full of plants, for example. Succulents, Spiders, little green things I have no clue what to do with. I move them, guide their little tendrils to a safer space, marvel at the hints of new growth. How do they get all that growing done and I can't even see it happening? I guess sometimes it's like that. Sometimes our lives move at an unbridled pace with us hoping we can wrap our fingers in the mane long enough to see the new horizon. Sometimes, most times, our growth is much slower. Imperceptible. The best ideas bud like little leaflets and we train them and shift them and move them closer to the light. I'm working on remembering to hold on just as tightly to the slowly growing dreams as I do the wild and adventurous ones. At this point I am back in the chair at my desk slowly weaving words, sketching (and erasing) ideas for new projects to try, and pouring a little from my watering can of encouragement onto the other creative "plants" in my garden of friends.
"So neither the one who plants nor the one who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow. The one who plants and the one who waters have one purpose, and they will each be rewarded according to their own labor." 1 Corinthians 3:7-8