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We, like our little garden starts, require a degree of space

6/2/2014

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These past few weeks have brought a flurry of activity from exams to the acceptance of eleven poems (five from Wicked Alice, five from Toasted Cheese, and one from DIAGRAM) to the opening of my Saturday CranioSacral Therapy practice to the attempt to make space in my life for someone potentially important.

Alongside this change, my garden grows. The other day, I had my first little crop of strawberries—eight over the span of two days. As soon as they appeared somewhat red, I collected them and set them in my windowsill to ripen away from all the lovely birds, who thank God have stopped their serenading at 4:00 a.m.  Amazing how much sweetness can be found in something we grow for ourselves.

Which reminds me of my favorite river and its sister stream, where I once tasted the most flavorful wild strawberries of my life. Each one, smaller than a pinky nail, bursting with more simultaneous sweet and tart than  one could fill a lifetime. And in a wild berry, this is what we look for and embrace. 

In life, however, I am reminded that these contrasts aren’t always so easy to take. So, I tell myself to be more like the starts I grew from seed—the ones that took a spill right after they started populating my planter. I was resisting the need to thin them out, even though they were crowding each other, because I didn’t want to choose which ones should remain. Tipping over the planter made this decision easy—but more than that, it reminded me that we all require a certain environment to grow. Some are going to take to a lower or higher pH and some may not need as much water as others, but eventually, if there is enough room and time, a little understory will develop on its own. And from that development, maybe adaptations will allow for a little more symbiosis that wasn't previously possible. Am I mixing my metaphors of science and faith? Will I ever remove my copy of Pema Chodron's Comfortable with Uncertainty from my bedside table? Not likely...

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Evan Stafford link
12/24/2020 06:32:35 pm

Hi thannks for sharing this

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