Signs of Guidance

Sometimes I’ll slip into overwhelm, that icky, stuck, anxious feeling of powerlessness. So much to do around the house, so much to do in my business. “Ok, so pick one,” I finally say. I chose to have the gardener come to trim the tree in the backyard; both the tree and the yard were starting to look more like an unruly jungle. And I planned to get motivated myself and help out with some much needed trimming.

For three hours we worked, he with his two young boys helping him, and me. When it was over there was light and space and such a feeling of accomplishment. After they left I continued on, cleaning out a section of ferns. So much dead in there, so much dead in my life that needs cleaning too. The new shoots curled up, reminding me of the ‘gratitude’ symbol, and the unfurling of life, and how It just keeps coming.

Maybe it was the crouched perspective I was in, but I was transported back to being a child, playing in the yard, and all the fantasy kingdoms that I used to conjure up amongst the baby tears and ferns, populated by fairies and miniature people. It felt wonderful to slide into that state, to be fully involved with what was right before me. I was gratefully reminded me of the naturally powerful and fantastic ability I have to create and imagine…and feel good.