Monthly Archives: July 2015

Learning to Let Go

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Being partnered is an odd thing. As much as “two become one” in so many ways, there is also that separate personal space that must remain intact and nurtured if the relationship is to be a healthy one. It can seem almost impossible after a couple has spent many years together working toward common goals, to branch out of that comfortable “two in one-ness” zone. Sometimes we have to be forced from the pea pod!

My significant other and I have been through a roller coaster of ups and downs, losses and gains, giving and receiving this past year. It has brought us even closer together while ultimately spinning us in two distinctly separate directions. It is quite possible that we may each be on the verge of realizing our dreams. A wonderful thing indeed! But interestingly, those dreams are exclusive to each of us, not necessarily in opposition to the other, but separate all the same. We are learning a new dance, less of an intimate slow dance or even a funky fast slink and shuffle…more like a square dance that takes us around, away for a few twirls with others, and then back again to each other.

Having and realizing separate dreams needn’t tear our partnership asunder. But it is an interesting lesson in letting go. Like teaching someone to ride a bike…holding them steady from behind until they get their balance, letting go and staying just close enough to catch them, but only if they need it. Feeling the thrill of their success with them, from afar.

My love and are are both sensitive to signs…silly horoscopes that “fit”, serendipitous coincidences, storm clouds, shooting stars, totem animals and rainbows! Her dream has already begun to manifest in her life, and all the signs have been there showing her that she is on the right path.

Recently a fawn met her as she arrived home, grazing in our corner of our urban neighborhood. Recognizing that it might be a “sign”, I was eager to learn more about deer totems. A peaceful, gentle sign, deer sightings also represent trusting one’s intuition, new opportunities and embarking on new adventures.

I found myself wishing that I had seen that fawn with her…that it could be my sign too.  I could certainly use a little deer “energy” for my own dreamy aspirations.  But my dream, far from manifesting like hers, is still in its embryonic stage. I had to remind myself after so many years of shared dreams and signs and adventures, that this was her sign alone..separate and accessible to me only as a bystander.

It has become a practice in letting go as well as learning that being a true partner means rejoicing in her victories and signs…even the ones that don’t include me. As for my dream? Well, I certainly don’t need to hitch my wagon to hers or anyone else’s star or rainbow…or deer totem. I am convinced that my own time and signs will come. My partner has been holding me gently from behind supporting me as I did for her. It will be time for her to let go too, when  my dream finally takes flight. We are both learning the steps of this strange new square dance, spinning joyfully together and spinning just as joyfully apart.

And I am also learning that patience is a virtue best realized by those who wait…patiently.


The Peace Lily…a study

   
   


Peace Lily Sign

the universe has shifted. I know because the peace lily is blooming…



The Reluctant Gardener


They call them “volunteer plants”. Perfectly good seeds that sprout in random places without the help of a deliberate seed sower. For the life of me I can’t imagine why a perfectly good tomato seed would “volunteer” to grace the rocky slope in my back yard. But there it was, thriving midst the weeds when my grandson found it!

Much too great a treasure to be tossed, he rescued it from the weed heap, roots intact, presenting it to be potted! With every single ounce of green in me (single ounce pretty much describes it!) we managed to find an empty paint pail, some unused potting soil where I had buried other plants alive, and a tomato cage to support what would, or at least should, become a bushel of plump rosy fruit!

The first few days were touch and go, the poor plant’s limbs drooping over its wire cage. I’m sure by now it realized the dreadful mistake it had made choosing my yard. I think I even heard its faint screams…”help meeee”…pleading, as only a failing tomato can, for someone to rescue it! I watered it, moved it into the sun, then to the shade, feeling a bit like a new parent. What to do? Too wet, too dry? I didn’t expect it to survive, but I was determined, mostly for my grandson’s sake, who would be back in a few weeks to tend the lawn again, no doubt eager to examine the budding life left in my charge.

I don’t know quite how to explain it. A miracle maybe? Just two weeks later, that limp little tomato plant has beaten the odds and even has three plump green globes…real tomatoes…to show for it! Not that I can take any true credit for this amazing turn of events. I am, after all, a notorious serial plant killer! But a bit of natural intervention, the rain…the overcast skies…the stifling humidity of the past few weeks were perhaps not sent to torment me, but to save that little plant from doom and to teach me something about myself.

The lesson? Before owning…believing the negative labels I tend to give myself based on the past, I should take my cues from Nature who presents us with mornings every…single…day…that are new and full of potential, where anything is possible…even tomatoes from a reluctant gardener like me…

…and I’m thinking out loud here…I just might want to plant a few tomato plants of my own when next season comes around! 😊

~ kat…”budding grasshopper gardener in training” (formerly known as “notorious serial plant killer”) ~ Summer 2015


at 3 am


i rouse from
dreamy rem,
at that un-godly
hour, 3 am…
with mountain
summits looming
made of feet.
through bleary
goo i squint,
and squirm to
gain some
equilibrium,
then drop my toes
to floorboard so
to wander room
to room…to grab
a pee, perhaps
a cuppa tea, whilst
solving universal
problems in my
head. i’m brilliant
then, at 3 am,
though i suspect
that things are not
as lucid as they
seem…perhaps it’s
best to leave this
hour to demon
play, return myself
to bed, count
sheep…count
sheep…count
sheep…perchance
to dream…
kat at 3am july 11, 2015